Lifelong jill of all trades using my arts and crafts to recover, sustain, and thrive.
I have always had a different, new craft. My first craft was sewing which I started learning at 5 years old, but since then I’ve explored it all: jewelry-making, origami, shibori dyeing, painting, cross-stitching, and more. And every time I start something new, I dive in deep. Every new craft is THE the craft. It is THE medium that will keep me happy and engaged for the rest of my life. I always believe it will be my life’s expertise, but I am always wrong. I always get good enough and then somethin else catches my eye. I always viewed this a character flaw on my part, but my perspective has changed after literally losing, and then finding, myself.
Recover.
In January 2023, I started yet another craft and started learning to bead with size 11/0 seed beads. Right as I was getting good at my new craft, I had a unexplained hemorrhagic stroke at 29 years old that left me paralyzed on my left side. I lost almost all motor function in my left leg, arm, and hand. I immediately grieved the ability to craft. It was at this moment, the moment when I no longer had the physical ability, that I realized exactly how important being able to create was to my identity as a person. I had lost myself in a way I will never be able to fully describe.
After 10 days in the ICU, I spent a month at the Shepherd Center, a rehabilitation hospital in Atlanta, GA, where my occupational and recreational therapists encouraged my creativity to help me get movement back in my left hand and arm. My friend brought me markers and a sketchbook and I started one-armed doodling. A couple of weeks later, my husband brought my bead box and I started beading again right there in the hospital. This functional therapy, especially beading, has helped me gain back full motor function in my left arm and hand.


Sustain.
One of the most heart-breaking parts of any stroke are the cognitive deficits. I was so lucky not to have any major cognitive deficits in my speech, vision, or personality, but the mental toll has still not been easy. The trauma, chronic pain, and constant attention it takes to physically use my body leaves my brain exhausted. I am often irritable and overstimulated. My short-term memory is also not what it used to be, leaving me distracted and disoriented. Add mom guilt and you have one hot mess! My projects have become a therapy for me. They allow me to feel proud of who I am and what I am capable of. They allow me to focus on one single, small thing and quiet the noise in my brain. And with this practice, I find myself able to do this better during my daily activities as well. I am embracing my creative side as a part of me that I cannot neglect. The part of me that allows me to sustain the best parts of myself.
Thrive
I hope that as I continue this adventure of finding my identity in my creativity, I can come out of my hardships even better than before.