When things get to a certain level of bad there’s a kind of zen-like or radical acceptance thing that steels over me. Accompanied by a kind of wry/dry amusement. Very much “embrace the suck”.
The hard part? Is when I can feels things APPROACHING that level of bad, I usually try and fight it. It’s this unholy marriage between anger and fear that makes shit miserable. I’ve learned to try and avoid that place... it’s a minefield of triggers and stressors and can f*ck right off. Time to either alter course (if possible, and it’s not if you’ve gotta be on these meds) or push through to where I find this shit funny as hell and am not touched by it.
One of the problems with therapy, IMO? It’s not a magic wand for life. Setting aside defense mechanisms is important sometimes, like when we’re trying to thrash out problems. But other times? They’re damn useful skills to have on board.
I’ve made the mistake of attempting to completely avoid all my coping mechanisms... because I know where those get me, long term. BUT? What I didn’t realize is how f*cking useful they are in the short term. And how f*cked life can get without them, at all. (Not that I do black and white thinking at aaaaaal! :whistling: :banghead: ) Learning when coping mechanisms are appropriate &/or necessary? Has been a bit of an uphill climb from my all or nothing position on them. A 2 week stint? Is exact,y the place to break them out. Now, if you were going to spend the next 2 years, or 2 decades on steroids? That’s when you’d want to work out a new normal / not use coping mechanisms designed for the temporary long term. That’s when life gets f*cked up by them. Just as badly as not using them f*cks up the short term.
My experience, anyway.