I woke up from a nightmare this morning to feel the sun on my face. Without even opening my eyes I recognized its warmth, and with a stretch that cracked several bones in my body, I reached out my foot while opening my eyes and pulled the blind down enough with my toes so that it rolled up toward the ceiling (yeah, I’m talented). Digby and I were instantly bathed in sunlight. When I finally did get up, I stumbled to the fridge to get an apple and then went back to my patch of sunlight on the bed. I fed Digby little bites as we soaked in the sun. It felt wonderful.
It’s been a dark winter, hasn’t it? Even at -8 degrees Celcius this morning, I could feel spring reaching out to me. Daylight saving time begins on Sunday, whether or not the ice on the ground remains. We’ve almost made it!
Part of surviving depression is recognizing the good in your life. Yes, I need a vacation in the Caribbean, but I’ll take a patch of sunlight on my bed and make the most of it.
Another patch of sunlight in my life involved the responses I received from my last post. Comments from you, emails in my inbox, even AMANDA FUCKING PALMER retweeted the link to my post:
It was a small gesture from Amanda, but it was a genuine THANK YOU kind of moment for me, where she looked me in the eyes and saw little me, who feels invisible most days. Her fans followed suit, giving daisiesandbruises.com a new record high of 541 views in a single day. My Etsy shop sales spiked, too, with some buyers even commenting saying that they’d found me through Amanda’s tweet.
If you haven’t yet, I insist you watch Amanda Palmer’s TED talk . Then come back to comment here to tell me how awesome you feel afterward!
As a gesture of thanks and of wanting to share my excitement with you, this morning I listed a Daisies and Bruises – Issue 5 pre-order in my Etsy shop. The zine isn’t even completed yet but will be by Thursday when I spend the day making copies. It is launching this Saturday, at the annual Indie Media Fair here in London, Ontario.
Pre-orders of my zine will ensure you get a copy hot off the press, plus a bunch of other little goodies in the mail that I’m throwing in out of pure excitement and gratitude.
I love all of you guys, every single one of you. Thank you for helping me feel safe enough to share my stories. You are the courage behind these little fingers typing away. THANK YOU. ♥