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Diagnosis: Wrapped-Too-Tight

I know this will come as a complete shock to anyone who knows me, but yesterday I was given the official diagnosis of "wrapped-too-tight". What? Me? The super hero of all super heroes?

This reminds me of my favorite line in Five for Fighting's "Superman": Even heroes have the right to bleed. I'm trying to "bleed" now, and this is not a simple task for someone who carries the weight of her world around on her slumped shoulders.

To say that I've been "under pressure" lately is the understatement of the century, and I'm one of those people who carry stress so well that I don't notice it. Interrupted sleep. Jolts running through my muscles. Weird pains in my back and legs. Racing thoughts. I push through the subtle warning signs in a frantic attempt to duct tape my world together and keep up the appearance that it's all under control.

It's not. Well, not completely. And that duct tape is just so tempting.

Armed with this new information, I did what any normal over-stressed person does. I organized my junk drawer. It is no longer the overflowing jumbled mess of bungee cords and thumbtacks that mocked me when I needed a pen. Everything is now neatly placed in it's own spot within the drawer organizer, and I walk by from time to time just to open it and see the utility knives staring back at me from their slot.

I'm a work in progress. Who knows what can happen from here?

So just remember that if you're walking around today and feel sudden jolt, it's because the earth stopped turning on it's axis. That means I'm taking a break. Don't worry; I know myself well enough to know that I'll soon pick it up and set the world straight again on the slope of my shoulders.
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Christy said…
My paradox: I work so hard at looking like I'm cool - like I can handle things - that I suffer many of the same stress-related maladies. Round and round my mind goes, doing its best to convince me that we're a laid-back person. Ha! Eventually, it makes me dizzy and I just fall down. Usually on the kitchen floor. Usually sobbing a little bit.
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