How does one learn to be happy after a major crisis? or many? If I add up the number of stressors I’ve had in the past 8 months, from the Holmes and Rahe stress scale, I have a total of 346.
I read that people underestimate themselves in times of duress. I think this is true. Mainly, because I am here writing this.
And I know my overall situation isn’t all that unusual, but feeling as if I’m starting completely over at 31 is daunting to say the least.
When does that pain start to ebb? I guess it slowly has, but still it’ll hit at the worst times, merging on the freeway, for example and all I can do to keep from crying, well, I don’t keep from crying. So there is that.
Sadness arrives and shouldn’t my poetic resources be spilling like crazy? Instead it’s an uncorked bottle of anxiety and depression. And wondering if those I left behind are happier without me in their life.
