I’ve been congratulating myself on my coping skills recently. I’m hard-headed and tend to keep going when I should not, and because of that, I have a number of stress-related conditions that flare when I ignore my stress level. For the most part, despite the thing I didn’t think I could face happening and work stress and the stress of the Grey Area Guy thing, and mom stuff, I’m in pretty good shape.
I got a reminder last night, though, that my esophageal spasm (for which stress is a trigger) is hitting pretty epic levels, though. When I look back, during the thing I didn’t think I could face, it flared dramatically, it flared aggressively on the drive to Minnesota, and last night, it flared hard.
My body is not fooled by my mind and its placations.