Therapy Series 1: Bubble of happiness and perfection.

I've decided to start a little set of posts called the Therapy Series. For when you are feeling dull or sad.

We all live in it.

That little... deceptive device.

We all like to pretend we are happy and we have perfect families that get along with each other and we're all coping sooooo well.

And most of the time, we are happy. When surrounded by friends and family and when doing things that we love with the people that we love.

And then ...

there are times.

Of plain dullness...

When you just need to numb the pain.

And it's hard to figure what exactly is wrong...

But you feel like you are falling apart.

And it seems like everyone else is holding it together and juggling everything so well...

but you think you can't.

At this point is when some kids turn to drugs and alcohol.

When they need that escape.

In reality, that solves nothing.

It feels like it is temporarily doing good...

but is it doing any good at all?

And I feel for those kids too...

They probably started down the path slowly... not really knowing what harm they were doing to themselves...

Of course, I do not know the psychology behind young substance users, I'm only trying to understand (and failing). ;)

Anyway, what I am saying is, no one has the right to be frowning down on them (as parents often do), because they didn't WANT to become addicted and we can't judge them unless we are in their shoes.

So that's the first group of adolescent copers. The substance abusers - the physically and mentally unhealthy ones. Next is the "Keep To Myself" group. 

These people are lovely, kind, empathetic, sweet people, with stuff going in life around them. They aren't causing the trouble, they are watching it happen. KTMs don't trust many, because they fear getting hurt, but they have good friends. Inside, they are confused and maybe sad.

I love these people too because... I guess I know many people like this and believe they need to let it out. :)

And then... there are the third group of copers. I call them... "trust slits". I am a trust slit myself. :) The reason I call us trust slits is because we trust nearly anyone decent... slit = sl*t ahahhaha :) I don't mean it offensively, of course, I say it with love. :)

People like us trust lots of people with many personal details in our life... and then might regret trusting some later on, even if the person they trust is trustworthy. 

I am trying to keep stuff more to myself.. but well... having a blog doesn't help either. ;D

Again I have gone spiralling off on a whole new topic... types of copers, when I am supposed to be talking about "The bubble".

Truth is:

there is no bubble.

NO ONE'S LIFE IS PERFECT... we are all just pretending it is.

We wouldn't need styles of coping as teenagers if our lives were perfect. We wouldn't need a push back on track when we are going off the rails. We wouldn't need friends or a support system or anything, we could be completely independent.

Humans programmed from birth to interact with each other and help each other through stuff.. that's the way our species was made. 

Feeling like you can't cope? 

Only normal :)

End of story. :)