Some of the best advice for coping that I didn't even know I was following was "find a hobby."
Once I started noticing patterns to my depression, I was able to notice what helped, and the coping mechanisms I seemed to reach for.
And apparently, if you see me in the kitchen covered in flour and no one's birthday is coming up, it might be a signal that I need a hug. During my depressed periods, I tend to bake.
It makes sense-- it gives me something productive to do to distract myself for a little while, and because I usually bake for my friends, it gives me a chance to make other people happy and, if I'm being honest, receive praise.
So, anyway, today I'm making rum cake for us to eat tomorrow. I'm using this made-from-scratch recipe.
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