I worry sometimes that she will inherit this disorder or another, and I watch her for signs. I feel confident that if she does end up suffering from depression, she will know that help is available. She might be able to identify it earlier than someone else, and she'll know she can talk to me or a doctor or a friend. I want her to be as prepared as possible. During my various hospital stays I've had to participate in Occupational Therapy.
Patients can work with ceramics, paints, leather and simple wood kits.
But one time I made a wall-hanging. It's just a thin sheet of copper with the image of a sea-shell hammered into it, stuck to a frame and covered with shellac. Amelia saw it and insisted I give it to her. I explained when and where I made it, and she told me that she wanted me to get the stuff to help her make one too, but she still wanted this one. It's just another part of a full life.