My crochet and depression experience.

I recently read Interview Excerpt: My History of Learning to Crochet Through Depression by Kathryn from the crochet concupiscence blog. As I read  I saw many ways that my life is similar. I have honestly found a huge mountain in my depression lately and honestly I am not sure why. I know that almost two years ago I lost an extremely close family member and at that point in time that was the straw that broke the camels back. As a matter of fact it was shortly after her death that I picked up a hook and started trying to crochet again.

Crocheting is just what this interview portrays it to be, at least for me. I find comfort in every aspect of it from picking the perfect yarn with the perfect colors to counting over and over with OCD tendency.  The feel of the yarn soft in one hand and metal hook in the other gives me a sense of order. Knowing that I am being productive, is a sense of worth. Being creative, that is my soul.

But this mountain, I have found that even if I crochet as I try to climb, is truly testing me.  Lately, I seem to be having horrible crying spells for no reason, then my head hurts so bad all I want to do is lay in a dark room. Because of this I can’t seem to sit and crochet which is one of the very few things I use to get my mind off of things.

I know I will be getting this book, I want to be able to catch those moments before all the tears block my view and the headache sits in.

So keep checking back for my personal opinion!