Coping with Stress and the Fears it Brings
Stress. It used to be annoying. Now? It's fucking terrifying. In the past, when life was "normal," stress was just aggravating. Annoying. Stressful. Now, in a world where fear of recurrence tortures my brain at least 100 times a day, stress is a goddamned nightmare. At the moment, I have stressors coming out my assssss: Ryan being on tour is stressful for me. And the stress and upset it causes him ALSO stresses me out further. Dealing with three dogs on my own when I am gone 11+ hours a day is stressful. Worrying about my father's ongoing health issues is stressful. Figuring out budgets and how to survive financially is stressful. Sorting out how to manage what little free time I have is stressful. Only HAVING a little free time is stressful. Certain aspects of my new job are extremely stressful (although, overall it is surprisingly less stressful than my old job). Worrying about things my friends are going through is stressful. Worrying about Rya