Tag: stress and health
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Maybe This Ain’t Your Mama’s Stress
Originally, I had planned this particular post to come after “Maybe She’s Going Through It.” Then everyone was sick, and I just wasn’t feeling the writing vibe. And then I got carried away in watching my son doing so well with some of his goals the first week we were back at school, and I…
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Where Stress & Caregiving Collide
I had a series of revelations recently about what some of my more significant stressors are and how they are impacting my health. The contrast was made by comparing some blood pressure readings, interestingly enough. A couple of months ago I needed to take Tony in to a follow up I had with my allergist…
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When The Stress Won’t Stop
I had just fled my parents’ bedroom when I heard the click, and then my mother scream– “He’s got a gun, run!” My mother’s fourth (and current) husband, had flown into a rage, flinging and destroying items (a boombox became the first casualty) because I wouldn’t say I loved him when he asked if I…
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“Bring Me [Back] To Life”
The past several years have felt like life coming at me as I stood, like Amy Lee in the video for Bring Me To Life, on one circumstantial ledge after another, trying to climb up from an effort to solve one problem to a solution for the next. And every time I get to that…
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When Stress & Self-Care Rain Down
I have lived somewhere in this metropolis for 29 of the past 31 years, split into two periods of time. I don’t ever recall a time where the rain poured with such steady thickness for so many hours as it did last Sunday, but I had chosen to ignore to the flash flood warning messages…
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A Dose Of My Pandemic Pressures
I’m starting a bit later than usual to plunk out my thoughts this week because I had to spend some time in one of my happy places to insulate my emotional reserves some for this topic. Which of course, should serve as a warning that I may be about to type some things that some…
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Puzzling Through My Self-Care Labyrinth
So, as I’m typing this, the new fridge I ordered yesterday (because the old one is not going to be gasping out enough cold air to keep food safe for much longer) is sitting in our living room. I’ve been in non-stop (and therefore mentally out of breath) mode since yesterday… and now have unexpected…
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When *My* Body Says No…
I was somewhere between 18 months and two years of age (I suspect closer to the 18 months side because I am seventeen months older than my sister) the first time I remember being placed in a situation of overwhelming responsibility. My mother had gone somewhere or returned to work after having given birth, and…