So I found myself in the midst of a weekend full of panic attacks. Literally, I can't function without being a complete bitch, because it's the only coping mechanism I actually have. By Sunday night, I had actually driven everyone in the house to not speaking to me, frogged no less than five projects I had at least half way finished, convinced myself I would never be able to successfully finish a 6th project (and frogged that one as well), started two other knitting ideas (frogged those before getting further than 5 rows), and actually had a moment when I seriously considered taking a match to everything yarn related.
That's when I realized that obviously, knitting and my other go-to stress reducing activities (art journaling, painting, drawing, etc.) have become anxiety-inducing just as much as people and work. At this point, it's time to stop and figure out why I feel so absolutely and utterly out of control.
When you hate what you love, then there's an issue and it needs to get fixed.
I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
That's when I realized that obviously, knitting and my other go-to stress reducing activities (art journaling, painting, drawing, etc.) have become anxiety-inducing just as much as people and work. At this point, it's time to stop and figure out why I feel so absolutely and utterly out of control.
When you hate what you love, then there's an issue and it needs to get fixed.
I'll keep you posted on how it goes.