I made this as a sort of stitch therapy. I have been struggling with depression, and this was a way for me to deal with it.

The text is from Sylvia Plath's journal, and I can really relate to it. I LOVE being busy. It's very important to me to feel useful and needed. Unfortunately, I was laid off a year ago, and my job search is still ongoing. While most of my friends pine for a single quiet morning to themselves, I have that every weekday - and I can't stand it. That feeling was the motivation behind this.
Any thoughts or feedback is appreciated. Thanks for looking.
