It’s been a difficult week, so I decided to celebrate Friday and it still being mild enough to wear shoes instead of boots with my orange tights.
Shawl – Isaura
Cardigan – clothes swap
Dress – People Tree
Tights – Debenhams
Shoes – Jones Bootmaker
I have really been struggling with depression this week; it’s taken everything I have just to sit at my desk at work and not run away in tears, so I haven’t exactly been at my most productive. And sometimes I wonder, when I feel like this, if work isn’t the thing that’s making me ill. When I read this post by Katie (who dyes beautiful fibre as Hilltop Cloud) I did find myself wondering, is that my problem too? Would I be better if I didn’t have to drag myself in to an office and interact with lots of people even when the thing I most want in the world is to pull a blanket over my head and shut everything out? Is the stress of my job (because it can be very stressful and demanding) too much for me?
I don’t actually think this is the case. I enjoy my job, when I’m not too depressed to enjoy anything; I get a lot of satisfaction out of rising to a challenge and sorting out complicated problems. And while I probably could earn a decent living from doing small business accounts, I suspect I wouldn’t get the same enjoyment out of it. And of course, that would have its own stresses. There’s a lot to be said for a regular salary and paid holiday and sick leave, to say nothing of the scope that a normal office job – even a middle-management role – offers for keeping your head down and focusing on the easy stuff as much as possible when things are tough, which I imagine would be a lot harder if every minute spent poking the internet instead of adding things up equated to actual lost income. And sometimes office conversation is just the thing to raise a smile even on the worst of days.
I seem to have spent a lot of today talking this over with friends, on Twitter and elsewhere. I really am so grateful that I do have friends who offer sympathy and support when things are bad and help me work my way through things. And today I’m particularly grateful for the people who’ve known me for years and are able to offer me insights into myself from an outside point of view and who all tell me that actually, in my case it looks far more as though my mental health affects how I feel about work than vice versa. Which I did know, really; depression can be situational, of course, but I’ve been depressed for most of my life and while bad situations can make it worse, mostly the problem is what’s going on inside my head, not what’s outside it. I learnt that after making some really bad decisions while depressed, and now I know that part of the job of living with depression is learning to try and minimise the effect I let the stuff inside my head have on the things outside me.



















