I probably need to get my own therapist but so far I'm making do with this one, he listens well, never contradicts me and will lick away my tears to hide the evidence.
I am also spending a lot of time becoming very domesticated. No not cleaning although I need to spend more time doing that but I have canned peaches, made quarts and quarts of tomato sauce that I canned and finally made and canned applesauce.
I am quilting up a storm, sewing is relaxing and keeps my hands busy.
I scour pintrist for projects and for the most part am fairly successful at the things I try to do but I have never had a talent at decorating cakes. Just doesn't work out for me and I follow the instructions to a T and still I have this:
Ah well this cake is for my friend Marcia's birthday - she will appreciate the deliciousness of it even though it looks like a sad excuse for what it was supposed to be.
So I'm soldiering on, some days are better than others.