The necessary position to take is resignation; not really despair but more a sense of futility and "whatever"! Inside of chronic mental/ phsychic pain lies a deep, pounding sense that it will never go away. I remember the first time i took anti-depressants prior to my PTSD diagnosis, after two weeks i was amazed to discover that the veil of constant, disconsolate thinking had magically vanished. I thought clearly, agreed to go to parties, i exercised - and for about four months, it was GREAT!! Then back to me old self - feeling like an enraged Eeyore.
At my last job (advocate for homeless), one client showed me (in my car) four sharp cuts, about two inces apart, going across the width of the underside of her forearm. We were in my car so my first-aid box came out and we disinfected, applied the ointment and bandaged her arm in the stall of a Tim Horton's bathroom. When i dropped her off at her rooming house, asking her to promise not to cut herself again and watching her slip and disappear into the crowd, i couldn't move for several minutes and then went right home. But that was when i first understood the behavior "cutting", i mean REALLY understood it.
So what does Eeyore do, that self-deprecating, predictable donkey, always pointing out the worst and following the wrong path.
He might get angry and he might cut himself.
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