Stressed

After getting through a couple of extremely stressful weeks (and dealing with a day from hell), I’m ready to kickoff February and welcome it with open arms. Already a month into the new year and I’m in need of a fresh start. How could that have happened so soon, you ask…well, it’s the stress, I tell you. The damn stress.

How can I explain the stress of the last few weeks? I don’t even know where to start. The stress has been weighing on me and keeping me up at night. I don’t think I’ve been able to get a full night’s sleep in the past few weeks. I would find that after I go to bed, I would sleep a couple of restless hours, be jolted awake by random thoughts and nightmares, and then spend another few hours tossing and turning just waiting anxiously for morning to come around…so I could at least go about my day and leave behind the darkness of the night. Short of taking my go-to sleep aid…those perfectly blessed sleeping pills I keep handy for emergencies…I have been unable to shut off my overactive brain to get some much needed rest.

After all the de-stressing mechanisms that I have learned and tried to employ…it’s frustrating to know that…sometimes it just isn’t enough to overcome all the stress when it hits me all at once. Trust me, today alone has tested my resolve...let’s not even talk about the last few weeks. Ugh. Keeping stress at a manageable level is definitely something that I’ve always been working on (you know, because stress is always part of life). And now, I want to believe that when everything blows up in my face all at once, I will be able to deal with it…because if not, it’ll totally knock me on my ass.

C'est la vie.