Monday, October 10, 2011

Stress

I don't deal well with stress, whether it be physical, emotional, mental... anything. In the past few years, stress has started to make me sick. When I get stressed, I get light-headed, my stomach hurts, I get shaky, I can't breathe properly, my hands get all tingly. It's not fun, and it makes living daily a hard thing. Especially when I'm slammed with stress each day.

Luckily, I guess, I get insurance this weekend. I managed to find a plan to cover myself and my son, though it's gonna take a chunk out of my already dwindling check every month. Hopefully, I can get to a doctor to see if something can be done. Maybe there's something wrong that can be fixed. Maybe get some medication or something. I don't know. I've reached a new level of desperation.

What makes all this worse is that very few seem to understand exactly what it's like to deal with this. No one at work cares, because all they care about is results, which is funny. When I get stressed, the thing I care about least is results. All I want is to be stress free. Then it doesn't help when they constantly get on my ass about stuff that I have no control over. Blah, blah, blah.

Anyway. Yeah. I get stressed, and I become a different person. My thoughts tend to go darker. I think things that normally wouldn't occur to me. I become paranoid. I become the asshole that I always joke that I am. I say things that I'd normally hold back. I know it's gonna get me in trouble soon. Of course, if I'm stressed, I don't care.

We'll see how this turns out.


"So say we all..."