Started another crochet project. This one is a bit of an experiment. I've seen bags you can make out of one long rectangle, and I want to see if I can do it!
I often cry as I crochet. It's as though I am stitching my heartache, grief, and memories into whatever I am creating. It's not just yarn. It's a container for all my emotions. I've sobbed for two decades now. That's the truth. I started when my father died in 2006, and now I cry for my mother who died in 2025. My heart can't take this. I am aware that this pain could destroy me. It's why I prioritize care and compassion for myself. It's why I've become fiercely protective of my peace, my solitude, and my inner world. It's why I center coziness and comfort and gentleness. It's why social media had to go. It's why I only focus on people who can show up and offer true support to me. I am fragile right now. I've always been fragile, but even more so at this time.
This album by Ken-Ichiro Isoda was my companion today