What Living Copefully Means.

I actually named this blog Copefully because when registering domain names Copeful.com was taken and general wisdom says even a few extra letters make a difference in the catchiness of a name. But in the style of Massive Attack’s “Teardrop”, which preaches, “love is a doing verb”, I’d posit that living copefully is a smidge better than a copeful life.

It’s living first and foremost, and it’s a doing thing, not a destination.

When I think of people living their lives copefully, I think of all the things that people who are not suffering from mental health issues take for granted. Is there really such thing as a simple quotidian task?

I think about my friends and family and patients who try to show up to their psychiatrist appointments despite soul-crushing malaise, screw up the courage to ask for a switch in medication in case the next one makes a difference. Who push themselves to eat breakfast, who know that wearing a clean shirt can help even if it’s the last thing they want to do, who play Candy Crush or refresh Tumblr for hours to keep anxiety and suicidal thoughts at bay.

They went to the bathroom to pee instead of holding it in for an hour because of anxiety.

From the dictionary definition coping seems to imply more stemming the bleeding than fighting back, but I don’t think that’s fair at all. Coping is taking a step, any step, even sideways, sometimes two steps back. Coping is telling is someone.

Coping is sometimes waiting because your psychiatrist told you that all feelings are just feelings and all feelings must pass. And you just need to find out if that’s true.

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