I’m stressed, you’re stressed, we’re all stressed. Our stress has stress.For the longest time, it’s how I knew I was alive, how I knew I was tough, and why I took happy pills. Recently when my counselor (I went back for a tune up after a 15 year break) firmly corrected my self-diagnosis from stress to trauma, it explained a lot.
My first thought was denial – so many people I know are worse off. My second thought was that physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, I’m overwhelmed and lost and sick. The camel’s back is broken – I’ve just kept trying to ride it anyway. All of the major tragedies of my life have decided to re-awaken and join the current situation to kick my ass. To misquote Neil Young – I’m painted in a dark, dark place, losing my soul on a long highway in my mind. My counselor is a tough, smart lady; she has some advice on finding peace again on the “spirit road”..we’ll see just how tough I am.