I learned to crochet when I was a little girl. My granny taught me. I had no way of knowing this skill would get me through some of my stormiest days years later. I will forever be grateful for the time she invested in me.
Chiari Malformation and Meniere’s Disease most definitely wreak havoc on ones’ day to day.
Learning to cope isn’t easy. Needless to say, the last 15 years have been challenging. Some sunny days, lots of sunshine in fact. Some stormy days. Some tornadic days. It’s funny how if you’re not careful, the stormy days will cast dark shadows swallowing up the sunshine, your sunshine.
Crocheting is my therapy, if you will. Physical and mental yarn therapy.
The skillful maneuvering of the hook with one hand, while holding the yarn with other is helpful in keeping motor skills sharp. Chiari tends to diminish motor skills. I experience this on a low to medium level, depending on the day. Crocheting is my therapy.
Counting stitches and remembering a particular stitch for a project provides a challenge for anyone. Add a crowded brain and a spinal fluid blockage and well, it’s not always pretty. Chiari tends to affect short term memory. I experience this on a relatively high level depending on the day. Luckily, the basic technique of crocheting was emblazoned on my wonky brain all of those years ago and stored in my long term memory. That knowledge shouldn’t be going anywhere. Fingers crossed. Crocheting is my therapy.
The sense of accomplishment I feel upon completing a project is a moral booster for sure. The ability to take a few skeins of yarn and create one of a kind pieces is most satisfying. Crocheting is my therapy.
Creating unique items for friends and family is delightful. Being commissioned to create is almost intoxicating. Ok, maybe not intoxicating but man oh man, it feels really good to know that folks value and appreciate your work. Crocheting is my therapy.
Heck, crocheting gives me an outlet when I can’t sleep, which is often. I average 3 1/2 hours of shuteye a night. One can only watch so much Netflix and news. Crocheting is my therapy.
I found this article from The Craft Yarn Council to be of particular interest. Scientific evidence is available touting the neurological benefits of one little hook and some yarn. Crocheting is my therapy.
Yesterday, I stumbled across a book that peaked my interest. I went ahead and ordered it. I’m anxiously awaiting its’ arrival. Crochet Saved My Life by Kathryn Vercillo includes testimonies from individuals who claim that “handmade heals.” Crocheting was their therapy.
If you have a wonky brain like mine, strongly consider learning to crochet or knit. It will be challenging at first but I assure you the challenge will be beneficial in the end. If you are without said wonky brain and struggle with relaxing, crocheting is the antidote.
“Her fingers work steadily, flicking the yarn – a light lavender in some places, nearly plum in others – around a small golden crochet hook and drawing it secure through a loop made a moment before.” – Jaclyn Shambaugh