As I have mentioned in passing:I lost my Dad in 2009. Prior to that I worked full time as a hopsitalist/intensivist ( taking care of very sick hopsitalized patients), was a full time grad student ( masters in health professions education) had a newborn, and also taught medical students full time. Needless to say I had many stress induced illnesses complicated by pregnancy and postpartum depression that morphed into major depression. Then I lost the most compassionate, loving, and most amazing human being I have ever met: my Dad; totally unexpectedly. yet in the week before his demise he told me " you have to first take care of yourself, then your family, then others". It took losing him for me to make drastic changes in my lifestyle- changing to working part time, eating well,exercising and meditating. I lost 75+lbs and have put my masters thesis on hold.

Yet every year I have had one or major depressive episodes ( despite meds and weekly counseling) which has nearly resulted in well..my being no more. For the first tim this year ( my mood usually starts spiralling downwards in early fall) I remain buoyant. Mostly because I love putting my outfits together, hearing what my work folk have to say and then getting the constructive input from all you guys.

I've had to spend money to achieve this. We both work very hard but my husband is extremely frugal and saves every penny. He is one of those people that just does not have the heart to spend. In order to pay off my credit card this month I sold a solitaire pendant and an expensive watch. I hardly wear these items and rationalized that I would rather have my expnesive well fitting trousers, nice blazers and boots. Yet my husband complained about a $300 recent purchase ( shoes plus down coat). I was devastated. I did not ask him for the money from our savings account but sold my jewelry for this!

For the first time instead of bowing down to him I decided to say " you know what: yes I have had to spend money to buy nice fitting clothes. this gives me pleasure. my appearance is important to me and it is helping my mood".

I wish he would understand. We love each other deeply but sometimes I think he looks at me as Sona=$$ spent today.

I have nearly filled my wardrobe holes and am ready to syc fairly soon but right now I just feel bad. And I don't want to go down the deep dark hole of desolation...

So what if fashion and looking good is my therapy? is it so wrong?