I always joke that I ‘knit my feelings’.
But the truth of it lies in the fact that while I won’t be able to work on my mental health I can still knit a few rows while laying in bed.
While I worry about drowning my feelings in alcohol if I can busy myself with a project.
I won’t spend money on a vice when I can spend it on yarn.
The joy I get from giving a gift to someone I love, who has sat with me when I have been sad, listen to me while I was mad, and helped me when I called, is the best thing I can do for myself.
And its the whole circle starting over again. They might need matching gloves.