I don’t think that applies to me though, my memory is too poor to be depressed about anything.
Or get ptsd, or anxiety.
So, silver lining I guess.

Same same but I can’t remember huge chunks of my adults life. I chat with family and friends and they recall stories of things we’ve done together and I don’t remember anything. It helps if I see a photo but sometimes I still can’t recall anything and it just freaks me out.

Knit your own!
I recently took up knitting and knitted my first pair of socks for a friend. She loves them.
Never fucking again! What a pain! Literally, I kept tapping myself in the stomach with the double pointed needles.