It’s a fact that humans have a great degree of resilience, the ability to bounce back from adversity and move forward towards a better tomorrow… looking for the blue sky while in the midst of a thunderstorm.
But it’s also true that our resilience can get worn away by sustained adversity. For example, workplace bullying: the first few times it happens, you will probably brush it off as the bully having a bad day, you will know that the work you’ve done is good and the comments unfair. You may talk it through with colleagues, friends, family, and you quickly move on. But if the bullying is sustained day on day, you may begin to believe what the bully is saying, you lose confidence in your work, your self-esteem is affected, sleepless nights are spent worrying about the next day. You become less resilient in managing the situation, but also less resilient in other areas of life as your stress levels are ramped up and your tolerance of frustration and annoyance decreases.
I am constantly being told (by mental health/medical professionals) that I am an incredibly resilient person, that despite every adversity I have experienced I manage to bounce back and carry on. By making the most of my situation as it currently is (during or after adversity) I take back control of my life and metaphorically stick two fingers up at whatever negative situation I find myself dealing with.
When I was going through treatment for breast cancer I used exercise as a coping mechanism, however horrendously ill chemo had made me (and believe me I wasn’t exactly the poster child promoting it) I was determined that by day 10 I would walk up the hill (in our village). My balance was shocking and I was on heart meds both due to the effects of chemo, I began using a trekking pole to help me. But I made it, each and every time. It may not have been fast but in getting to the top of the hill and looking out over the estuary I would feel that I was bigger than cancer, that no matter what it had taken from me I could still sit at the top of the hill (my happy place) and know that some things remained the same.
Going to have to finish there because I’m getting too emotional (she says with tears falling)… cancer sucks, I am grateful to still be here but, remember that rollercoaster? Totally derailed and carriages smashed to pieces.