Stronger

My mother rang up this morning. She learned I was taking medication for depression. She told me to be strong, that she herself fought depression three times, and now, she fends it off like kung-fu and karate. My mother is amazing. I have difficulty finishing commissions for made-to-measure and bespoke, so I ended up refunding my clients. I need to fight this plague of darkness. I am accepting commissions for crochet again, and I am going to be much stronger.