Weird hobby that my depression is doing its best to stop me from continuing - skydiving.
Initially I just wanted to confront my ctb ideations and to have somewhat eye-to-eye with the freefall. For once in many, many years I felt free, even if it only lasted a few minutes. I only went once, but I can't stop thinking about the feeling and once I get out of this heavy episode, I will definitely go again and again.
Other than that - I love gardening! And since my increasing fear of going outside, I made a pretty neat indoor-gardening station and oh boy if that sparks something that could be compared to joy.
Recently I started painting with acrylics, because it was hard for me to visualise to my therapists what I struggle with and how I percieve my own psyche, so I just started painting and I can say that I was surprised with how liberating it is to paint something suuuuper super ugly, but mine.