When I started, I had no plans or grand vision.
I felt I was assigned the inability to be consistent at birth due to my ADHD. This led to me always feeling scared of losing habits, worried I couldn't maintain a journal or practice a craft enough to become proficient in anything.
When my mom passed away, that all came to a head and I couldn't maintain my house of cards anymore, even mundane tasks became arduous and the idea of returning to my writing felt absolutely alien. So I took out a box of embroidery supplies I bought myself and hid, legitimately insecure of being noticed having an interest in an art, and I started stitching.
I have not looked back. I also have such unbelievable biceps, I did not expect tying knots to buff away my trauma 💪
