Between the land and the sea, this beach path marks the liminal zone, the edge between two elements – which feels just like the space I’m living in, right now.
As many of you know, the past few weeks have been, well, ‘difficult’ to put it mildly; yet this week I have felt an upsurge in optimism, and have already experienced something of a victory, managing to attend and remain in group therapy all day yesterday, followed up by a 1-1 session with a facilitator.
For me, the difficult times are like the sea. “Sea” denotes danger for me. OK, not the pretty beach-edge shown above, but surging deep water, unfathomable depths, the fear of being dragged down with nothing to hang onto … it’s a powerful metaphor of mental illness.
In contrast, the easier times are like solid land: dependable, earthy, rich, textured, nourishing; places where crops grow, families live in peace and trees can flourish.
This week, I’m treading the path between these extremes. I’ve been in the sea, I have a glimpse of safe ground, and that’s where I want to make my abode – at least for the next little while; I know I’ll have to head back out to sea sometimes: such is life.
While I’m enjoying my respite from oceanic perils, I need to do things which will stand me in good stead should another tsunami come along (which, let’s face it, is likely).
need would like to:
- get on top of my inboxes again (sorry to those who are awaiting email replies; you fell off the bottom of the triage list recently)
- get some money stuff arranged
- complete some overdue tasks
- tend my neglected garden
- stop writing To Do lists which are ridiculously long and merely drive anxiety!
We’re all different. Do any of you find the sea to be an image of mental health or safety, rather than otherwise? Or do any of you find the image of land to be threatening? I’d love to hear your ideas.