Fotografia di copertina di Julie Michelle
Per il post di oggi nel mio 10 Serie di giorni di uncinetto articoli sanitari Ho pensato che ti darei uno sneak peak del mio nuovo libro, Uncinetto salvato la mia vita, condividendo un estratto dall'introduzione del libro. Spero che vi piaccia! Si può Acquista il libro online qui o farlo sul Kindle.
Uncinetto salvato la mia vita.
Mi rendo conto che questo suona assurdo... o a simili perlomeno una grande esagerazione. Vi assicuro, Tuttavia, che è il modo più vero che forse riesco a descrivere il ruolo che uncinetto giocato ad aiutarmi in movimento attraverso il più profondo periodo di depressione che avevo mai vissuto. Senza di essa, Non posso vivere.
Prima di questo periodo terribile, Ho avuto subito con non diagnosticata, a volte debilitanti, depressione non sempre trattata per quasi quindici anni. Non sapevo che la depressione era il problema e certamente non sapevo come trattare con essa. The delay in diagnosis was due in large part to stubbornness. I was very anti-medication, mostly anti-psychologists and believed that whatever was wrong was something I could solve on my own. The delay also had to do with my youth (I was a young teen when the problem started), a lack of self-awareness and an abundance of intelligence and creativity that made me generally keep going in some form despite many tough battles with deep sadness. In later years, I did try to reach out for help but the professionals I worked with didn’t properly diagnose me or help me in any way.
All of this is to say that by the time that I reached the desperate stage of readiness where I would accept any help of any kind (despite feeling certain that nothing could ever help) the problem was nearly out of control. I was barely functioning. I cried most of the day every day. Difficilmente potrei spostare. I could hardly breathe. The idea of trying to make doctors’ appointments or hold down “real” jobs was so far-fetched it may as well have filtered into my mind in another language. I couldn’t do almost anything and yet the one thing that I could do was to move a crochet hook back and forth through yarn, repeatedly pulling one loop through the next to create fabric out of air so thin I could barely breathe in it. Since it was one of the only things that I could do, it became imperative to my mental health that I go ahead and do it. Quando ho iniziato a lavorare l'uncinetto, that feeling of temporary relief from the muted chaos of depression was the only reason I was crocheting.
Naturalmente, crochet alone could never have taken me out of that desperate place. It is a craft, not a cure-all for serious illness. And yet I am also fairly certain that I could never have loosened myself from the grip of that depression without crochet. Sono rimasto bloccato tra quella proverbiale roccia e un posto duro e mio uncinetto servito come un piede di porco per cominciare mi indiscreti fuori di quello spazio difficile. Io non sapeva che stava accadendo, e ancora quel gancio scavato in profondità nel nucleo del mio essere e mi sollevò in uno spazio dove potevo ancora una volta comincio a respirare. In the most basic and obvious way possible I was creating a life for myself simply through the act of creating.
A year later, breathing and healing, I was not only crocheting but also beginning to live my life again. I was beginning to meet other people who also enjoyed literally crafting a life for themselves. I had been a professional blogger/ freelance writer for approximately ten years and found the medium comfortable so I decided to start a crochet blog where I found an expansive community of like-minded crafty people. As I began to share my thoughts and feelings with this community, I began to see that I was not the only one who felt that crochet had been critical to saving one’s mental health. Infatti, it became obvious to me that it is more often than not the case that crocheters feel that they experience some personal health benefits from the craft although that may not be their main motivation for crocheting.
Uncinetto guarisce. Uncinetto salva la vita.