Getting Out of My Head: Hobbies That Help Me Fight Depression”
It’s been a while since I’ve written, but this morning I woke up with that familiar heaviness. That unexplained sadness that comes and goes without warning. If you’re someone who suffers from high-functioning depression, you know what I mean. You get up, you push through, you accomplish things—but inside, there’s a quiet battle happening.
I created this blog, ShamekaWithOneE, for us. For the ones who smile on the outside, but often grieve in silence. And today, I want to share a few things that have been helping me lately—simple hobbies that have truly made a difference on my hard days.
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Indoor Planting: Watching Life Grow
One of the most powerful things I’ve done for my mental health has been bringing plants into my home. There’s something deeply healing about watching something grow—something you’re nurturing, watering, and taking care of. You don’t have to be an expert either. I’m still learning, and yet, I’m developing a green thumb I never thought I had.
Waking up and seeing my plants bloom gives me something to look forward to. It’s such a small thing, but it reminds me that life continues—even when it feels like I’m stuck. The colors, the progress, the little changes each day…it’s all so gratifying.
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Gardening: From Seeds to Miracles
Last year, someone helped me put down vegetables in the garden. This year, I did it all by myself. I planted cucumbers, lettuce, broccoli, spinach, tomatoes—even flowers. I learned how to start from seed, and let me tell you—watching vegetables grow is nothing short of a miracle.
When I’m outside with my hands in the soil, I’m not thinking about the things that make me sad. I’m present. I’m hopeful. I feel connected to something bigger. And if you have the space, I truly recommend gardening as a way to find peace and purpose.
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Art & Painting: My Therapy Gate
Another thing that’s helped me escape the sadness is painting. Right now, I’m working on a mural on my gate outside, right in front of the garden. It’s a big project—it might take a while—but it’s so therapeutic.
Today, I wasn’t in the best spirit when I woke up. That wave of depression was hovering. But I went outside, turned on some music, caught a breeze, and started painting. With each stroke, I felt lighter. That’s what art does—it takes the weight off, even if just for a little while.
I also keep a collection of Black art coloring books. Sometimes I’ll sit down with markers and crayons like I’m a kid again, and just color. No expectations, just expression. That, too, has been incredibly healing.
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Stepping Outside My Mind
What I’ve realized is this: on the days when I’m grieving and I don’t even know why, I have to do something. I have to step outside my mind. Whether that’s planting, painting, or just reminding myself of the good in my life, I do whatever I can to not sit in the sadness too long.
Some things are out of our control. Some feelings are heavy and unexplainable. But I’ve learned to give those to God, and focus on the blessings I can see. The little joys. The growth. The colors. The creations.
If you’re reading this and you’re struggling, I hope you’ll try something—anything—that brings you peace. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just something you’ve always wanted to do. Something that helps you detox from the storm inside. You deserve that kind of peace, too.

















