Stress is my dragon. She's trying to eat me, and I'm embarrassed to admit it. I guess I thought I'd be able to handle her because I'm an expert worrier (these here are shoulder length Kevlar gloves and that's a 100,000 lb. tensile strength harness). I worry about everything, all the time (practice makes perfect). For example, later today we will set up a surprise party for a friend, and I'm worrying right now because I'm terrible at tying balloons. Really (it's important to stretch when handling such a large beast).
Unfortunately, I'm not so good at handling periods of really intense stress (if I'd had the strength to crate train her earlier, I think she'd be better behaved). When things get bad, the stress affects my entire life (singed hair, singed eyebrows, singed seat). I have a really hard time keeping it together when it feels like everything is falling apart (skill with the whip has saved my hide more than a few times).
Work has reached new levels of stressful in the last few weeks (she ate the whip). I have panic attacks all the time, I'm barely managing to work out once a week, I forget to eat, and when I do eat I eat crap (when did she start breathing so much fire?). I hate to admit it, but something has got to change (she's got to go). I've worried so much, for so long that I don't know how to change it (she's like a pet to me), but it's becoming really unhealthy (she keeps biting me!).
I want to reduce the stress in my life, but I'm not having much luck (bullets-no, grenades-no). I can't just tell my stress to leave, and techniques like yoga just add to my stress because I don't feel like I have time for it (hand to hand combat has not been successful). I do feel like success is closer because I'm aware of the problem; now I just have to find the solution (enchanted blade, anyone?).
What We Found in the Divorce: Part V — Time
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