I figure I don’t cope with stress very well. I admit I do go into hysterics or have crying jags when things get tough.
And there are days -when I am swamped with work- when I feel engulfed, and wish I could zap myself into an alternate, obligation-free reality. It’s more than just being stressed out. It’s that underlying sense of panic and helplessness that your life is slowly spiralling out of control – even though you’ve still got a handle on things.
Exasperated at how much there was to do, I am still relief that that at the end of the day, I have friends who are here with me whenever I am down.
