It feels like everyone around me is sinking further and further down this whirlpool of insanity. Meanwhile, I’m floating on some shitty piece of driftwood yards away. I’m holding on for dear life, eyes closed, hoping i don’t get sucked back in to that hole. I’m sick of that feeling. it’s almost worse than drowning in the whirlpool itself.
t’s hard to come to grips with the fact that no matter how well I’m doing, I’m probably gonna end up feeling like complete shit again, because that’s just the way my brain cookie crumbles.
Thoughts?
Are you engaged in any kind of healing or preventative activities? Therapy or otherwise? I have found, for me, that I can reduce the likelihood of my mental illness symptoms recurring and/or reduce their severity when they do recur by practicing coping skills and tools when I’m neither depressed nor manic and by engaging in true self-care (as opposed to self-indulgence in my case) like showers, eating regularly and getting enough sleep. I’ve also found that having somewhat of a community of women in similar circumstances too bounce my day-to-day off of helps a ton as well.
But for today, just remember that drowning in the whirlpool is *not* inevitable and that there are actions you CAN take to make it less likely that your driftwood gets caught up in the storm. Maybe even find some land or a paddle to make your day-to-day a little easier.
Big Hugs to you and thank you so much for sharing with us. I hope things get easier for you soon…