Who says I'm sane? Actually, I'm the sanest person I know. But that's not necessarily how I would be seen by people in the psyche industry (or, by people who apply their own injury-inspired judgments to what they see in me). Although, the last time I saw my therapist, she told me I didn't need to come back.
I stay attuned with my mental/psychological/spiritual needs through introspection, self-inquiry, shadow work and meditation. There are always challenges, of course. But my practices of self-love, kindness and compassion, and finding the patience to not take count too soon (the kind of stuff that keeps people blocking each other for ridiculous reasons), keeps me centered.
I still find things in this crazy world which trigger reactions in me, but when I catch myself at that and recognize that's what's happening, I pull back to a safe and sane place and regroup.
Replacing the old programming with new, is slow and methodical. But it works well, so long as I don't bite off more than I can chew.
My biggest challenge, by far, is living a "normal" life in a profoundly abnormal society.
"It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society." ---Jiddu Krishnamurti
brings to mind those lines from John Prine's "Sweet Revenge"
"I got kicked off of Noah's Ark, I turn my cheek to unkind remarks There was two of everything, but one of me And when the rains came tumbling down, I held my breath and I stood my ground And I watched that ship go sailing out to sea"
