After The End
The lily whispers, “I wait.”
- Jul 31, 2019
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Obviously I have a lot of different coping mechanisms. Some of them are entirely self-destructive. So I treasure the few that are productive. Like cycling. I cycle everywhere, and don't even own a car (or I do but it's not registered and may not even work) which is not a small thing because the city I live in is physically quite large. Riding twenty to sixty kilometres is not that unusual.
Regular cycling often helps my mood, but unless I have some place to go it can be impossible to find the motivation. Especially as my area is very rough and the opposite of bike-friendly. I already need new rims and have gone through countless tubes and two sets of tires just from the crap roads, and people are scum. Just to be clear it's illegal not to cycle on the road here and a bike on the road should be treated exactly as if it were another car, but people in this area don't seem to get this simple concept. That or they're just scum. Probably a combination. So I've had bottles (full soft-drink bottles or empty glass bottles) thrown at me, I've had people tailgate me dangerously close while leaning on their horns, been sworn at, abused, yelled at, even run off the road. There have been physical altercations and I even carry a pedal wrench in my pannier now just in case.
I've also had two very bad accidents due to shit like this. Once because a drunk moron veered onto the wrong side of the road left me with several broken ribs. Another time, while still healing from that, I hit an extremely dangerous pot-hole (because decent roads are for rich people) at high speed which threw my healing schedule right out. Both accidents were bad and left me with some major anxiety about riding but it was important enough that I didn't let them stop me, and was able to get over it. Still when all's said and done finding the motivation to ride around in circles for it's own sake is not easy.
However a while back I was doing a course in the city. I was cycling there and back. Making the trip (about 25 kilometres) three times a week. It was very positive. Especially as I was getting out of this area into richer, more bike-friendly suburbs. But for reasons that are too involved to get into that course went to shit. It's part of a pattern of events that left me where I am now after spending a while on the road to recovery.
So today I had to ride to the hospital, and was looking forward to it. While it's nice I'm tired now and could probably sleep, the entire time riding a long distance to get something done I was thinking about that course and the surrounding issues. Something that used to really make me happy was just a source of misery.
So I'm seriously running out of coping mechanisms that aren't purely self-destructive. Has anyone been in a similar position where a once positive thing became another source of misery? If so I'm curious how you dealt with it. Were you able to get it back?
Regular cycling often helps my mood, but unless I have some place to go it can be impossible to find the motivation. Especially as my area is very rough and the opposite of bike-friendly. I already need new rims and have gone through countless tubes and two sets of tires just from the crap roads, and people are scum. Just to be clear it's illegal not to cycle on the road here and a bike on the road should be treated exactly as if it were another car, but people in this area don't seem to get this simple concept. That or they're just scum. Probably a combination. So I've had bottles (full soft-drink bottles or empty glass bottles) thrown at me, I've had people tailgate me dangerously close while leaning on their horns, been sworn at, abused, yelled at, even run off the road. There have been physical altercations and I even carry a pedal wrench in my pannier now just in case.
I've also had two very bad accidents due to shit like this. Once because a drunk moron veered onto the wrong side of the road left me with several broken ribs. Another time, while still healing from that, I hit an extremely dangerous pot-hole (because decent roads are for rich people) at high speed which threw my healing schedule right out. Both accidents were bad and left me with some major anxiety about riding but it was important enough that I didn't let them stop me, and was able to get over it. Still when all's said and done finding the motivation to ride around in circles for it's own sake is not easy.
However a while back I was doing a course in the city. I was cycling there and back. Making the trip (about 25 kilometres) three times a week. It was very positive. Especially as I was getting out of this area into richer, more bike-friendly suburbs. But for reasons that are too involved to get into that course went to shit. It's part of a pattern of events that left me where I am now after spending a while on the road to recovery.
So today I had to ride to the hospital, and was looking forward to it. While it's nice I'm tired now and could probably sleep, the entire time riding a long distance to get something done I was thinking about that course and the surrounding issues. Something that used to really make me happy was just a source of misery.
So I'm seriously running out of coping mechanisms that aren't purely self-destructive. Has anyone been in a similar position where a once positive thing became another source of misery? If so I'm curious how you dealt with it. Were you able to get it back?
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