I am afraid to journal where someone would find it. Online seems safer. If I wrote down half the stupid crap I've done I'd be divorced and probably on the streets. Plus the shame I feel over admitting I actually did these things hurts me deeply, not to mention the collateral damage that would ensue.

I have used my art skills to draw my feelings and feel very sage doing do. My former T actually kept some of my art for a slide show presentation regarding depression and eating disorders. Yeah! Pile on another diagnosis.

Crafts, especially simpler repetitive crafts like crochet actually take me into the 'zone' where hours can pass until I realize that either my hands hurt or nature calls. Finer arts have brought me a lot of satisfaction ( and a lots of re-dos) but I do feel a sense of accomplishment when learning a new stitch and seeing the pattern develop. Now if I can quit making sweaters three sizes too big, I'll be good.