Whenever I get depressed, I tend to shut out everyone and everything.
That includes hobbies.
When I took a leave of absence from work, the only hobby I kept up was reading. I didn’t go out unless I had an appointment. I didn’t listen to music because I embraced silence.
And, for the most part, I had lost my love for fiber.
When I learned to knit, I became obsessed with the variety of colors, textures, and patterns. Going into a yarn store gave me sensory overload, and I loved it.
And I found that it was the one thing that could ease my anxiety. To focus on a pattern, to make sure I knit the correct number of knits and purls in a row, to not drop any stitches…
To do all this, I had to divert my mind from the panicky thoughts that made me nauseated and shaky to wrapping the yarn around the needle and pulling it through. Over and over.
The more I knit, the more I loved to knit.
And then I learned to dye fiber and spin the fiber to create yarn. I even sold some!
Since I had to concentrate on not putting too much twist into the fiber, I wasn’t letting anxious thoughts affect me.
Both hobbies helped me in ways I couldn’t imagine.
But I lost interest in knitting and spinning the way I lost interest in most things. And, instead, I let negative thoughts and feelings take over.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt so out of touch for so long, but it wasn’t until a few days ago that I picked up the needles again.
And today, I put my feet on the pedals and spun some yarn.
Life is very good.