As I sit in the sanctuary of my
room, while the clock slowly edges towards midnight, I’m frustrated at all the
things that prevent me from sticking to a routine. But my frustration goes way
beyond that – I have that standing-at-the-edge-of-a-precipice feeling that warns
me that, unless I turn around and choose a new path, the one I’m on will lead
to my destruction.
I’m amazed at how much one can
put up with before feeling that one has reached breaking point. I think humans
are extremely resilient, and can find ways to mitigate the unacceptable,
through things like creative pursuits, sports, or other pleasurable pastimes.
We know how to work on restoring the balance we so badly crave.
But the truth is, more people are
diagnosed with depression and other mental health illnesses than ever before. Many
of those people have to be institutionalised. A growing percentage of functional
people with mental illnesses booking themselves into facilities occasionally,
to find the peace and tranquillity they can’t find anywhere else. My way of
expressing it is that everyone at some stage needs a ‘’soft landing’’. I’ve
realised that the best friendships we have are with people who instinctively
provide us with that soft landing.
Right now, I have an exaggerated
feeling of never having enough time, of people having unrealistic expectations
of me, and of being overwhelmed.
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