Quilt Police chat

again, started writing, kept deleting it. not to worry. shrug, j.

I hope you find it cathartic just typing, even if you only delete it all when you're done. If you ever type a version you want to share, we're here to read it and offer you all our support. But even if you never hit "send", we want to support you anyway. I've still got my Hug quilt with your gorgeous hand embroidered label, and two purple cushions made from

12" blocks you needleturn-applique'd for me, embellished with tiny beads. I slept with one of those under my head last night, as I often do. I'm sure other RCTQers have also benefited from your talent and your generosity. So it's not true that you matter "not much" to us. You matter a great deal to me, at any rate. And I bet there are others here who care at least as much as I do, or more.

Hang in there, Jeanne. You can lean on us.

YOU MATTER! You are a kind and generous person, a talented needler, and the best web searcher I ever met. Don't go all apathetic on us, we worry! (((hugs))) Roberta in D

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Well I at least would worry less if you were being a ranting raving lunatic.

Your nearly monosyllabic replies are making me fretful.

NightMist

Jeanne, i responded privately the other day, but still didnt hear from you. We are all worried about you. i understand where you are. believe me. my whole family has history of depression, oppression and other mental medical afflictions. Please, Please, Please spill your guts and let it out. Whether you think it's trivial or not, it's not. it's eating at you and until you get it off your chest, it's going to pull you down. We wont tell a soul outside this group what you tell us. For Real. we care....and are here for you. Dont forget it.

amy in CNY

replied. j.

well past that. j.

did it again today, type type type, delete. wheres it getcha all that typing. nowhere. j.

Jeanne, all that typing gets you here, with us -- your friends who care about you.

I don't know what the problem is. Maybe it's something ongoing that has been eating at you a long time. Whatever, just decide on one of us and let it all hang out. We're all here for you and all care about you.

Jeanne, please forgive me for prying and for assuming, but I assume you are depressed. I live in a house filled with depressed people. My entire family (mom, sisters, dad when alive) are depressed. I manage to stay alive only because of medication that keeps my panic at bay. This world has some sort of poison going, I think, and we are all now dependent on meds to keep our moods from killing us. Talking helps. It helps find a center and helps find the will to go to a doctor and say "I'm at the end. Do something to help me or I won't be here next week." I know -- I said this to a doctor afew years ago. This takes courage, but I know you have that courage.

Please, send me a note if you want. I will listen any time.

Hugs, Sunny

Jeanie,

I keep a diary now, and I believe that it has helped me so much. I write down EVERYTHING in it, how I feel, good, bad, bitchy, hateful, loving, what did I do wrong, why do they treat me like this, and anything else that just plain p**ses me off. I go back and read it sometimes and think I have fixed that and it WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN - and I make sure it doesn't.

I am coming out of a 'bit' at the moment, my youngest daughter left home two weeks ago and took her two dogs, I loved them but I couldn't cope with them, one i particular was a very large happy fellow who just kept barking for attention and it caused my neighbours to scream at me and me to scream at my daughter. She left with me crying and her driving off rather angry. Her father is still angry with me because I 'spoke my mind about the dogs' and upset our daughter.

I have had two phone calls and one visit (yesterday) from my daughter and it was rather coolish, no hug or kiss when she came in and if I hadn't asked for either before she went, I probably wouldn't have got one then.

She is a loving caring girl but just doesn't see what I see. Her father's and her attitude is 'stuff them' but I don't work and that is when the barking and the 'scolding' from the neighbours happened.

It is peaceful around here now and it had better stay that way because I don't know what will happen when I tell the neighbours to shutup in a biiiiig way.

WRITE IT DOWN it has stopped me from - abusing (I suppose that's the righjt word) - the neighbours when they start making noises. Petty isn't it, but that's how I feel right now, so they had better watch out. I have lost my daughter (not permanently though) and am not feeling very much loved or wanted at all.

Today I am going to bury myself in my sewing/genealogy room and not answer the phone or door to anyone. This is my day and time.

Jeanie, go and dig up a garden or resort your stash or take up a new hobby entirely, and throw yourself into that. Don't sit and vegitate and think about what is going on, think about your new you and your new future.

DO IT NOW.