I think of my emotional mind like a reservoir. The image in my mind is clear and polished, seeing both the surface of the created lake and then scaling out to a cross-section vertical image, to gauge the depth and health of the area below the surface.
There are streams that feed into the reservoir. There are a couple of gates that allow water
to leave and natural spillovers at certain areas. Too much water in the reservoir is too much
pressure, where I feel overwhelmed and experience a great deal of executive
dysfunction, tears, and collapse. The
dam and gate system require certain attention:
quality construction and foundation take time.
There are many ways that I can care for the health of the
reservoir. There is always water in the
system, as there is always something to react to, to dwell on again. Rain feeds water into the system directly—these
are stresses that cannot be avoided, that exist from living or cultural
influences. New streams or existing
streams can add too much to the system—these are stresses that I do have some
control of, that I can investigate and either divert elsewhere or at least
reduce the degree of flow. When the
reservoir is full because of rain or stream intake, there are gates that I can
use to help reduce the overall pressure in the system—these can be coping mechanisms
like routine therapy, resting, exercising, having a good cry, spending time
with friends, or a number of other things.
Not all gates are equal, but all gates reduce the pressure to some
extent.
It is imperative to continue to explore the reservoir. Sometimes, I find gates that are rusty, that
could be better help to the system particularly when there is excess rain. Sometimes, I need to streamline which gates I
am using and close others or allow one to close for maintenance if something is
blocking that path currently. Other
times I have to venture upstream to understand why a particular source has
increased its flow, see if it can be diverted, lessened, or at least understand
the need for temporary increase to better make adjustments—in the literal sense,
this looks like asking for help, establishing whether I can safely give the
concern to another body, find other solutions to reduce the pain of the flow,
or rebalance with coping strategies. I also
have to consider the walls of the reservoir:
more than once, I have uncovered a weakened space that was a source of
tainted groundwater. In other words, a
past trauma that was hitherto unrecognized with regards to its degree of injury
and compounded hurt is now a part of the reservoir system, bleeding stagnated
and purulent water into the system. This
can take time and patience to flush out--gumming up some of the gates in the
process--as well as some painful excavating.
The system will ultimately be more healthy and possibly even widen the
reservoir’s capacity, but it does effect the ecosystem for some time, still leeching
elements into the lake until it is diluted enough to become part of it. Maybe it permanently changes the chemistry;
maybe it doesn’t.
I had felt recently (link to antidepressant blog post) that
there had been a difficult combination in my reservoir: too much rain, heavy stream intake, and some
failing gates. As a result, the water
was overflowing and also static. I felt
the pressure and only the pressure, water slopping over some spillways occasionally,
but not enough to see the system functioning well again. The surrounding trees and wildlife were also
suffering. It was all too much. The worst case scenario would be complete
destruction of the gates and damming system, causing a catastrophic flood into
the surrounding areas: a complete mental
breakdown. I will not say that I was at a
point where I saw leaks, but I feared cracks enough to continue to care for the
system.
I think Zoloft is helping.
It’s not helping in the way I expected, though. I had thought that an antidepressant would increase
the size of the reservoir, that my capacity for holding things might be
increased. What it seems to be doing
instead is working a new pump. The water
is moving in the system now, moving toward the gates and otherwise not allowed
to stagnate. It did not stop the rain;
it did not stop the streams; I still felt these things. But I also did not stay in them indefinitely.
The water is moving, and so the pressure
does not build up to impossible levels.
The stress on the system (which is literally representing stress) is
reduced. The ecosystem remains.
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