I thought I was getting better at dealing with stress. Turns out, the only reason I was doing better was because I’d avoided stressful situations for a while. Now, I’m stressing about work. I’m stressing about money. I’m stressing about my relationships with friends and family. I’m making myself sick.
My stomach feels like pure acid. My chest is tight. I’m so on edge I can barely sleep. It’s so stupid and pointless, and knowing that makes it worse. My brain can find all the logical solutions it wants, my body doesn’t believe it. I’m a mess, and I’m sick and tired of it.