What's in a name ?

I'd like to start this blog by explaining my name choice and the name of this blog. The reason I picked Phoenix Rising is because I feel like the mythical bird that has risen out of the ashes.
A phoenix is a mythical bird with beautiful gold and red plumage. At the end of its life-cycle the phoenix builds itself a nest of cinnamon twigs that it then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix arises. The new phoenix is destined to live, usually, as long as the old one. In some stories, the new phoenix embalms the ashes of the old phoenix in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (sun city in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity.[citation needed]
And that's exactly how I feel, I have been through so much in my life as have a lot of people,and just like the Phoenix, still I rise, reborn, each new me different but yet the same. Just like the bird I also regenerate each time I'm hurt or wounded by a foe. And just like the poem posted still I rise... For those of you in the knitting community it's like leaving a little of myself in each knitting project I complete but yet taking something from the yarn and adding to me, self esteem , confidence, skill and a love of crafting with my hands.
I first started knitting and crotcheting as a means to cope with the tremendous amount of stress I was in. I was married to someone who was very emotionally abusive and treated me as if I couldn't do anything right, I think I even came to believe that myself. I became a compulsive crafter trying my hand at a little bit of everything, crotcheting, knitting, sewing. Taking on these giant projects that would take months to complete. And I always completed them because at the end of the day I had something in my hand concrete proof that I could do something right, I can make something do something. Even though he tried to kill my spirit and steal who I was, at the end of the day I had something that could say see I'm still here. Here's a scarf or a quilt or a dress that proves I'm still here you haven't killed me yet. I made these so here's proof that I'm worth something because these items are worthwhile. And in all the years(17) that I was married to him, I never made him a damn thing!!!!! And guess what...STILL I RISE.