After my mom died unexpectedly in the middle of March, then sending my daughter to Afghanistan for her deployment the end of March, while I went across the country to house/pet sit for her while she was gone, I found myself quite unable to do much of anything except pace around her apartment. I had no support group of friends here and just felt myself spiraling down. I found that if I forced myself to do 15 minutes of something quilty a couple of times a day, within a week I was back to cranking out the quilts. Sad, but at first I actually had to set the timer to make myself actually stick with it the whole 15 minutes :(
Quilting can save our sanity by giving us a way to create something of beauty for someone - I'm always thinking of the person I'm making a quilt for - pulling me out of myself and getting my focus readjusted. May God bless you and I'll be praying for you!