Saturday, 25 August 2012
The stress is intense of late. I am on the edge. Now it is 1.15pm and my head feels like is too heavy for my body, my movements are jumpy and my speech wobbly with sporadic incoherence. At any moment I feel as if I might collapse or worse wig out. Go bonkers in a public display of indecency: stomp around, foam at the mouth, dance a jig of lunacy.
In the past I would have folded and given in to the pressure, and, this morning I almost took the easy option. However, I have learned to be stronger and face the gales of uncomfortable anxiety head on, for soon they will pass, and the sea of daily life will once again be calm.