Growing up, I know my family did their best to understand and be of any assistance to me and my unstable emotions, but at some point, all options run dry. Today, my partner is willing, understanding, compassionate, and always wants to know how I’m feeling. If he observes me getting distracted in a new project, he supports me by keeping the kids busy, freeing me to indulge in a craft or project. If depression is creeping up, and I've become distant with the girls and lame in my housekeeping, he’ll wash some dishes and laundry then ask if I want help with the rest of our home. I’m blessed that this is who he is. But sometimes it may be necessary to let your family know what kind of support you need. Many of us have probably reached the point where family and friends no longer know how to help us even if we were to reach out. The help may be simply unavailable, people have t...
Magic. Mental Health. Me A collection of my life & craft.