I like to imagine our bodies as vessels sometimes, a bowl if you will. Each time a sad event, a traumatic event, a hurtful event happens, it pours some water or adds a drop to our bowl. Eventually we get to the point that the bowl is swollen with water, a bubble forming at the top. Life continually adds a little drop of water at a time, a leaking faucet. The only thing preventing the chaotic eruption of water from the bowl is the ever straining surface tension. At a certain point, one of two things can happen: the volume of water will reach critical mass and overflow, leading to a mental breakdown and an implosion/explosion of emotions, or we learn how to steadily spoon out the water in the form of self care and healthy coping. The shit thing is, half of us have no idea how to spoon out/cope. We succumb to the crushing weight of the water. Some of us repeat this cycle for life, some of us learn to cope. Teaching oneself is hard, often learned the hard way, but it’s worth it. Keep learning. It gets better, maybe not immediately, but eventually.