Isolation: I disappear when things start to slip. I get too close, can feel the fulcrum coming, and push myself away rather than accept the possibility of actualization. Anchoring: I find something to hold to, a constant, whether love or *** or work or substances. Faith has transient meaning on a very selective basis because it seems so distant. Distraction: Resurgence of hobbies and an attempt to return to previous states of identity in an attempt at fusion of opposite beliefs vs. experiences. Sublimation: I haven't gotten there yet. Thanks a lot Fydor.
Include bits of Dostoevsky and your rejection of his overwhelming negative conclusions and suggestions, as well as subtle inferences to your own heritage and the philosophical/religious background you base your own system of beliefs on.