A Stack of Plates

Well, that was a week.

I am getting a lot better at recognizing my triggers, and reacting to them positively before they cause a full breakdown. It's not easy, and sometimes my early-warning systems still fail. I wouldn't say this week was a bad week, but it was an emotional one. It was the kind of week where every day offered some new temptation into the spiral of depression, and every day involved me holding together all the pieces of myself as well as I could.

Imagine you're a person carrying a stack of plates. The top plate starts to teeter. The top plate is, you know, about to fall. But, if you try and catch the top plate, you know the entire stack will join it. So, sometimes it's better to let that top plate smash, put the rest of the plates down somewhere else, then come back and clean up the mess. Because at least it's only the mess from one plate, and not from ten or twenty or fifty. Without getting into the details, that was the kind of week I had.

Here's hoping this week does not follow in last week's footsteps.