I'm grateful it allows me to get at least some stories out of my head. I'll get ideas floating in and I can't draw them, but I can tell them. And if I'm lucky the hubby has time to help me refine the idea or draw it to make it solid and real. These stories- even if they mean nothing to anyone else- give me emotional release. When I cannot cry about things going on in life, I can weave or read my tales or others and be able to let the tears flow out, or the rage, or joy, or whatever it is.
Often the stories I make help me move to a point where I can begin dealing with things calmly and logically when I can't do it on my own.
For my hubby: Being able to do it. The end.