you hear about recovery not being linear (âthere are ups and downsâ), but actually itâs more like a game of wack-a-mole. this is not a bad thing
to extend the metaphor: when youâre at the beginning of your recover (less kindly known as rock bottom), you have a garden full of moles. you have a mole popping up every 5 seconds, and maybe itâs the same hyperactive mole, maybe itâs a bunch of moles taking turns, but whether they all look the same, you have a garden full of the fuzzy bastards.Â
so you pick up a mallet and start hitting. maybe youâre bad at using the mallet, maybe you get better over time, but after a while you get tired, bc youâve been at it for ages and a mole is still popping up every 5, 10 seconds. what you donât realize is, youâve actually nerfed a lot of the moles. itâs just now thereâs more space for the other ones to come to the surface and start making noise. but if you keep. swinging. the mallet. eventually theyâre gonna slow down.Â
My recovery began when I started treating my depression & moved away from an abusive environment. It took a long time for me to realize I was recovering, bc as soon as one thing improved, another popped up. As my depression improved, I became more alert and activeâand discovered that my brain fog & self-isolation had inadvertently been covering up my sensory issues. I had enough energy to start school againâand bc I wasnât sleeping & lounging all day, I was suddenly aware of my concentration issues. One mole bites the dust, another pops up.Â
but the secret is: there are a finite number of moles in the universe.Â
4 years Iâve been wacking away at these fuckers with a mallet. Iâve taken turns wacking depression and its cronies suicidal ideation & self-harm, followed in succession by previous dormant crap related to anxiety, adhd, spd, c-ptsd, and other đ acronyms. And behold: progress. (Atm iâve finally convinced the furry piece of shit called Executive Dysfunction to come out of the ground, which is exciting bc wrangling this bastard means finally getting to work on longterm personal projects again.) Moles still pop up from time to time, but my life has a lot more space for me in it
the moral of this story is:Â if u hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. KEEP WACKING













