Those who suffer from preventable disorders usually
have two ways of justifying their choices: It’s
not a big deal, or, I can’t do
anything about it. Both excuses fall under the category of denial.
Since there is a spectrum between wellness and
illness, we might not notice the gradual downward slide. Most of us don’t have
a person in our life who is objective, unbiased, caring, and also bold enough to
get our attention when we are about to step into a sinkhole. And if we happen
to have such a person, we might ignore her because she reminds us too much of
our overly-controlling mom!
Fortunately, I have a few good friends who also
happen to have good judgment. I routinely ask them to tell me when I’m slipping
down that slippery slope towards self-destruction—and they have. I’m never
really pleased to hear about it. I
always feel a bit defensive. Yet, most of the time, they are just echoing what
I already know to be true.
While the downhill slide was hardly noticeable, the
climb back up takes so much effort and concentration. The progress is slow, and
it’s easy to get discouraged. Yet, each arduous step up lifts us a little
farther from the bottom of the dark pit. We are no longer deteriorating, but
improving…no longer disintegrating, but rising.
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