When I feel empty… I feel my face blur in and out of focus. You prop me up but I fall down. The passing of time doesn’t change me. I am a failure, the only one I notice.
Writing a post on coping strategies does strike me as coming full circle. I started my mental health journey relying very much on distractions and healthy coping methods, such as studying, running, and prayer. While they were crucial to my remaining functional at home and school for a long, long time (no complaints there!), I continued to struggle badly with disconcerting mood swings in private. Eventually, as is prone to happen to even the most stoic of us (much less me), I exhausted my inner resources and turned to not-so-healthy ways of coping.