Depression Hurts, But Knitting Rocks

Sometimes I get depressed and all I can do is knit. I mean, I take pills and everything. They keep me happy and somewhat sane.

But really we have no control over our environment. And I can control myself with those little tiny stitches. Really to have control over some little thing is pretty important for someone who lives out her world in her head, whose parents are divorced, and who half believes in God half the time and has no clue what turn the world will give her.

Knitting to me is therapy, more than therapy, it's a way of changing a tiny little thread into a garment a loved one can wear and treasure for a long period of time. It's a way of making a little happiness in this sea of misery.