Checks and balances are an essential part of daily life in the world. Our form of government (here in the US) is set around it. Life checks itself by nature. In Jurassic Park, the great quote of “Life finds a way,” refers to checks and balances. I am also part of that equation now, as a sufferer of this disease. I’ve got to be sure that there are daily checks and balances for me to get through each day.
For each moment that I feel down, there’s a check to bring it up. For every moment that I’m too “up,” there’s a balance to bring it down. Those checks and balances are lots of things in my life, from the meds, to the coping skills, to regular visits to the therapist, to regular visits with the psychiatrist, to keeping an element of spirituality in my life, to staying close to my family. I am glad to have each one of these tools and I’m glad for the difference they make. Sometimes they are the sword that you see the Lady of Justice above wielding. Other times they are a shield that protects. But they’re all always there.
The key, and the most important part of it all is the simplest: I’ve got to take the tools off the shelf and use them. Some days it’s really hard … so damn hard. Why is that? I don’t really fully understand why – but some days it kills me to care enough to fight back.
There are also skills and things that I’ve learned that help me understand the when and how of decision making. I’m looking down the nose of a huge decision right now, and I can tell that there has been growth because six months ago I totally would have just done it. Now I’ve taken a week to study it out, and now I’m trying to find the final answer. I’m checking and balancing the mania that comes from being pursued professionally … six months ago, or a year ago … I would have taken the job immediately you know?
Little by little, I almost, most days, feel like I’m getting better.