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The Craft of Becoming Whole

There is a quiet transformation that happens when hands meet material. When workplace discrimination tears away at your sense of safety and leaves you navigating PTSD, late-diagnosed ADHD, and anxiety, the world can feel overwhelming before the day even begins. On the heaviest days, depression makes even the simple act of taking a shower feel like an insurmountable task. It is the small, beautiful things that pull me back.

My crafts make each day possible.

In the morning, seeing beads and wire waiting on my table offers a soft defiance against terror. Before anxiety can take root, the sight of raw materials invites possibility, allowing creativity to override fear. Later, when the weight of the day settles in, having fibre craft resting beside my couch creates a sanctuary—an invitation for soft moments of comfort when my nervous system needs gentleness most.

These practices are more than hobbies; they are threaded deeply into Indigenous ways of healing, anchored in Pamela ways of healing. They teach me that creation is an act of reclamation.

I am actively taking the necessary steps to mend my spirit from the injustice and discrimination I endured. Pain changes us, and I know I cannot simply go back to who I was before. I need time—and grace—to discover who this new person is on the other side of this newest pain.

I am surrounded by deep love and light that renders each day bearable. I have an amazing family that is building some incredible things for me this summer, creating space for me to rest and recover. I am so thankful for everything and everyone I have around me—the steady partnership of my husband, my garden, my plants, and the grounding presence of my pets.

And yet, the reality remains: my brain and my body make every single day hard. I am tired before my eyes even open in the morning. I am learning to accept that it is going to take a while before I have the energy I used to carry.

Building the structure of support I have today took relentless effort and advocacy, but every boundary set and every support claimed was a quiet declaration:

I will do the work and take the time I need to heal. I am worth it