There’s a theme in my last few posts. Survival.
Survival is the most primitive, instinctive reaction. It’s the “keep myself safe” and “keep this child alive” mode. It’s adrenaline, reflex, and emergency decision-making. No long-term view. No nuance. It’s the hospital room at 3 AM when you’re just trying to make it to the next hour.
Survival is the body and brain trying to stay alive.
I’m good at survival. I’ve had a lot of practice.
Coping is the layer just above survival. It’s how you function after the emergency — when the crisis becomes chronic. It’s the routines, the systems, the compartmentalization we use to manage stress, danger, or uncertainty. It’s “I can’t live in panic all the time, so how do I manage this?”
Coping is the mind trying to live with what survival couldn’t fix.
I’m not as good at coping. There’s still a lot of pretending I’m fine. Emotional numbing. Overfunctioning. Avoidance. Self-blame and shame.
This is where I get stuck. Not always, and not as much as I used to, but I still see it happening. Avoiding the hard conversation or phone call. Sticking to the lists and logistics because feeling anything is too much. Blaming myself because it’s easier than accepting that some things are simply out of my control.
Without healthy coping, it’s hard to reach the next level: connection — where healing, relationship, and meaning can actually emerge.
It’s like I’ve been walking on a path, and I see a place where it branches off. For years, I didn’t take it. I stayed on the familiar loop, not realizing it was holding me back. Sometimes I’d look back and wonder if I should have taken the other path. But eventually, I’d face forward and keep moving, step by step.
In the last few years, I’ve started stepping onto that new path. I’ve opened up to other people. I’ve accepted help. I’ve stopped automatically blaming myself — or at least, when I do, I pause and question whether it’s really true.
In moments when everything feels overwhelming, leaving the old loop feels different. My old behaviors, patterns, and habits still tug at me, trying to pull me back to the familiar path. But now I see more branches, more opportunities to connect. I don’t always take them — but sometimes I do. And when I do, it brings gratitude, support, and the sense that I’m not so alone.
Survival keeps the body alive.
Coping keeps life moving.
Connection makes life worth living.