Since Sunday I have been consumed by horrible stress. The not eating, not sleeping type of stress. The type of stress that, now I have my two days off from work, makes me wants to stay in bed for extended periods of time.
I am tired. Exhausted, really. I got two hours of sleep last night, was able to take a nap this afternoon. Now, after dinner (homemade soup and bread, pure delicious comfort food) I wanna go back to bed in the worst way.
I am armed to the teeth with my own “anti stress” remedies: tea, lavender everything, and rest. The rest is the hardest part, because once I am in bed, the mind starts replaying the incident at work that brought me to write this post.
One thing that I keep going back to is the people and the situation that made me feel this way. Do they have that much power over me that I can’t sleep, can’t eat for days? Am I that receptive to what happens around me?
Apparently so. Now time for more tea…