There are healthy ways to deal with difficult things. Sometimes those are the routes I take. Sometimes I am not taking any routes, I am just sitting in my chair being a glazed donut of a human.
It feels good to remember that’s okay. I don’t have to feel bad about everything.
Being perfect is never a prerequisite to peace or self-acceptance.
There are small cycles and big cycles. I know myself well enough to know what I come back to, most of the time. I’m okay with my equilibrium. It tilts this way and that, but it never tilts all the way over. The center can hold.
Or maybe it can’t. Maybe things fall apart, and the center cannot hold, and it’s tumultuous but not apocalyptic.
There’s this option I like to call forming a new center.
It does create vast periods of feeling lost, unmoored, ungrounded. Mood swings, behavior swings. Generally, lots of swinging and flailing. When you’re in the middle it seems chaotic, and mostly it is, but there’s something else going on too.
Disorientation is just the feeling you have before you get oriented.

Yes, I think most people will find themselves in such situations one or several times in their life. It’s a part of life, and we mustn’t judge ourselves for it. It’s a part of life. Being unhealthy is a coping mechanism sometimes, and if it isn’t being taken too far, it can swing us back on track again.

I relate to all of this so much! When I find my boat has sailed into stormy seas, the best I can do is tie myself to the center and ride out the waves.

@odd Absolutely - it’s part of life. Good point that being unhealthy as a coping mechanism can be part of what swings us back into balance. That’s very true.

@gregmoore Yes! There’s a peace in realizing you can’t control most of what is happening (some times more than others) and learning to hang on as it happens.

Yes, and yes … and isn’t flailing every so often a mandatory part of life?

@alexink absolutely! An unavoidable thing… change and growth require a lot of flailing, in my experience

Exactly. So much so, that sometimes, I wonder why we can’t fly from all that flapping about we do.