My hobby was ruined for me and I miss it so much

Hobbies aren’t just pastimes — they’re safe spaces, healing tools, and sometimes even acts of love. For me, crocheting was all of that and more. Each stitch was therapeutic, each project a little piece of joy I could share with the people I cared about. It wasn’t just about the yarn and hook, it was about pouring my heart into something tangible that would brighten someone else’s day. But one project, one person, and one cruel twist of fate turned that joy into heartbreak — and I haven’t been able to pick up my crochet hook since.

The Joy of Crocheting

A Blanket of Love and Care

From Excitement to Heartbreak

Shut Out Without Explanation

The Blanket in the Wardrobe

Crochet, Stitched With Pain

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It’s painful how something once so beautiful can become tied to such bitter memories. I never threw the blanket away; it sits buried in my wardrobe, a reminder of both my love and my loss. I miss the calm and fulfillment crocheting once brought me, but right now, all it represents is rejection and pain. Maybe someday I’ll find the strength to reclaim my passion, but for now, my yarn and hooks stay untouched — stitched away with the hurt that ruined what I loved most.