Knitting is often touted as a means of self help, as a way of helping your mental health. In fact it’s almost a cliche in and of itself.
Picture the ideal Instagram-esque scenario. Beautiful neutral colours, curled up a in cosy armchair in the corner of an impeccably tidy room. Yarn on the needles and a cup of coffee in an artisanal mug just off to the side.
It’s the kind of image of our knitting we all have in our heads. But in reality the times of my life when I reach for my knitting are likely to be the least instagrammable.
Content warning - the next part contains discussion of grief and death
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