I was having an e-mail exchange with one of my commenters and the difficulties of life came up. My commenter was talking about his relationships and the “walking on egg shells” feelings you get in your relationships with some loved ones. Parents, siblings, offspring. Here is a little of what I had to say:
I finally learned that the “perfect childhood” is an illusion. My pain, however, prepared me to help others. Which in the ideal case is what it is supposed to do and what you are supposed to do.
I have a relative who is borderline mad, schizophrenia. If he takes his medicine he is fine. He hates taking his medicine. Says it deprives him of an interesting life of the mind. Being borderline schizophrenic myself I understand that. Schizophrenia is a big help to creativity if it doesn’t turn into madness. Gifts and curses. Sometimes it is hard to tell.
Well I have lead a very interesting life so far and for that I am eternally grateful.
When I get that “walking on egg shells” feeling I like to listen to “Walking On Broken Glass” by the EURYTHMICS. It expresses the feeling well.
Now everyone of us was made to suffer
Everyone of us was made to weep
But we’ve been hurting one another
And now the pain has cut too deep…
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don’t let me keep on walking…
Walking on broken glass
Walking On Broken Glass – lyrics
Walking On Broken Glass – music video
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Walking On Broken Glass
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Nice post. I have a schizophrenic relative with the same problem, and I think there are many subclinical borderline types who function as normal, even gifted people. The ancients considered what we call schizophrenia to be a gift from the Gods, and encouraged such people. I think the key to success in the modern world is to be able to manage or channel this stuff into useful, practical, or creative outlets. Salvador Dali painted what he claimed he saw, but had he instead walked around battling these demons on the street, he’d have been locked away.
OCD sufferers used to be great at watch repair, and things like that. Manic depressives like Patton and Churchill were once great warriors and leaders.
But you can’t fight progress. Or Prozac!