I, like you, know how to cope but is that really better than not needing to know how to cope at all? I wish I shared your optimism.
It's been a very long, very hard road and I wasn't expecting to life past 30. Somehow, I managed to hang on long enough to get diagnosed at 32.
Medication and therapy have lifted so any burdens, which was more I ever could have asked for. I was a creative person robbed of the ability to create. Medication has given that back to me. My dream of writing stories has become a reality. I've managed to get a short story accepted, which makes me an author as well as a writer.
I guess I'm just thankful. I don't dwell too much on what I don't have, because there is so much I do have.
That depends on how bad it gets. Everyone has a breaking point and I'd prefer having experience to deal with it. There's not a single person on this planet that won't go through some sort of catastrophe in their lives.
I think it's naive to assume these people that get selected haven't had to go through difficult emotional challenges.
I’ve been forced to build coping mechanisms to survive. Every day is a struggle of some kind, so I’m ready when shit happens, because shit always happens to me.