When I was young, I used to play with balance. I started with railroad tracks, and moved on to fences and other objects: anything I could do to stabilize myself on a thin, small surface was fun to me. I even would walk on top of guardrail fences on cliff edges. I was that confident about it, not that I would never fall, but that if I did fall, I could control the direction of the fall.
And I was really good at falling.
There's a metaphor I like to use when I discuss mental illness with my students to try to get them a better sense of what mental illness is and how it works:
Imagine that everyone's relative state of mind exists on a plateau: the stronger, more solid the plateau, the more robust our mental state and the more able we are to cope with change.
The plateau has ladders and ropes hanging from it. Even when we're buffeted and accosted enough to get thrown, we have ways of climbing back up and maintaining stability again.
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