I can tell you however, that through the break up, my only salvation were my crochet hooks, and knitting needles.
They were there when I needed them, listening to me as I cried over moments that rushed back to me out of nowhere, leaving me in bundles of emotional mess on the floor. Gasping for air. My needles found their way to me. Comforting me, crocheting me beautiful hats to adorn my head. Knitting me wonderful scarves to keep my heart and soul warm from the coldness that was my reality.
And when I felt that I was strong enough to move on.. they waited patiently knowing that even in moments I did not ask for their comfort or pine for their melodic clicking, that I would need them. Having no resentful feelings of my noticeable deferment towards them. Still rushing to my side when my feelings of being over a situation proved misleading and I was once again thrown back into the blue kicking and screaming. There they were holding me as tears fell.
I have been not to hell and back, but to a place that felt nearly as low and lonely as the hell that some feel exist. So yes, I may not get to write in my blog every day, or even every week.. I may not get to hold my dear friends every second that I wish.. but knowing that they're there.. knowing I can write about their love for me and mine for them is interestingly enough, all that I need to get through the roughest of times...
For there must certainly still be some ahead...
