Making stuff is my momentary antidote to the relentless focus of my annoying brain. This might be why I find a great deal of comfort in making things.
Having a project to complete is like a chew toy for my brain.
Going too long without a new project can lead me on a path to creeping thoughts, and an easier slide into the spiral.
It can be so easy to slip too. Most don’t see my brain nudging me towards the lip. Most don’t see me desperately clinging to that last bit of sane. That bit that prevents me from plummeting down, spiraling into dread.
It calls to me like a distant song on repeat. “You’re not good enough, You’re not capable. Your career is meaningless and your brain generates useless ideas. You’ve always been dead on arrival.”
Making things can often help momentarily mute that song.