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Sunday Scribblings – Human

standard July 6, 2009 4 responses

I want to breathe in deeply. I crave a lungful of air, but no matter how hard I try I never seem to be able to fill my lungs to capacity.

It’s not asthma or some other lung disease.

It’s anxiety. Pure and simple.

Anxiety has got my chest in a vice grip and it’s just not letting go.

Now I’m no stranger to anxiety. I think it’s the bane of anyone who happens to care a lick about anything. But usually I can pinpoint what is causing my chest to constrict, figure out how to fix it, and then fix it.

But I’ve been unable to take a decent deep breath for well over a week now, and there are actually times when my chest hurts from all the pent up tension, but I can’t figure out what is causing the anxiety so I can’t fix it.

Odds are it’s the book. Or rather the eternal fight between the “will I ever find it in me to finish this book” and the “why bother, it’s no good anyway.”

Or maybe it’s pure and simple fear that not only do I not have it in me to finish this book, but I won’t have it in me to accept that it might not be any good and that I have to put it aside and forget the months that I spent on it so I can focus on the next one, which may or may not be better.

Or maybe it’s BlogHer and the expense associated with this weekend that I’ve been looking forward to for just about 12 months now.

Or maybe it’s just money, pure and simple. Or rather lack of money because after almost a year I’m still not making the kind of money I need to make to keep this family afloat. And the guilt I feel about that deserves it’s own set of lungs to choke.

Or maybe it’s a combination of all of the above, which doesn’t bode well for my ability to make it all stop already.

I know that there are any number of pills that could help me relax, but I’m obstinate in my refusal to take any. I just want to figure out what is actually wrong, fix it, and get on with my generally quite happy life.

Seriously. This is not depression. This is not a long term thing. This is me being human and reacting to a slight overload of stress and very high (self imposed) expectations. I’ll be ok. You know, as soon as I figure out how to breathe again.

This post was inspired by my mounting anxiety and by the Sunday Scribblings prompt Human. (And yes, I know this was a stretch. What can I say… I’m only human.) Be sure to click through to read other great entries!

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4 responses

  • Wow. I can’t address too much of what you’ve written, but I can say the plot of the book got me intrigued. Have you asked anyone to read it so far?

    As corny as it sounds, I’m a firm believer in prayer and the power of positive thinking. If things aren’t going “my” way, I ask, “What am I to learn from this?” And yeah, I do breathe…

    Stress is stress, and this is your life, to diminish (with my words or attitude) how you are feeling would be unkind and unfair. Take care!

  • Stress is part of being human, not such a stretch as you say. I can totally relate to your feelings, on about to years ago now. Overworked and financially pressured, I took my anxiety to the doctor. A year later I was diagnosed with Addison’s disease. Pills are a way of life now. It sure beats the alternative. Good luck with things and keep pressing forward!

  • I’ve been where you are. Find something you love and get lost in it for awhile. That always helps.

    As for the book, this is a LOUSY time to be shopping a book. Don’t worry about it; what will be, will be. Maybe by the time you DO finish it, all this shake-up will be over and the industry will be on the prowl for lots of new talent.

    Hang in there. I know, easier said than done.

  • I believe a prayer is not a corny thing to do. Why not try it. I even do novena and it never fails me.It gives me power to conquer fear.

    GOD bless you and your family.

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