When one is under a great deal of stress, certain things tend to occur. First, whatever the stressful event is, it has a way of consuming most, if not all, of your thoughts. You end up spending most of your waking hours, and even some whilst slumbering, worrying about the situation. A lot of times you can’t really deal with it properly emotionally, personally I bottle up my emotions so I can try to deal with things and not worry anyone with how I feel. Undoubtably this tactic is limited and a poor choice in the long run, as inevitably emotions come leaking out unexpectedly, indirectly, and likely at the most inconvenient time. It also can have a negative effect on your health (example: blood pressure, weight fluctuation, overall mental well-being, etc.). Most likely because your healthy habits tend to go out the window, as you find that you do not have time for them. You also have the feeling that you can’t afford to spend too much time relaxing.
I find that living like that for any period time really isn’t living, but a lot of times you don’t realize what you’re doing. Because you’ll just see it as trying to take care of what needs to be done, but what you will also notice is that it is harder to do what you need to do overtime as you become exhausted mentally and physically. You don’t take into account or fully understand the compromise you’ve made, that you’ve completely neglected yourself as a person. However it is not till something reminds and maybe even shocks you into the realization that how you’ve been living the best. Last week I realized that I was not treating myself well, and the understanding was driven home when my Mom told me that I needed, “to be kind to myself.” It was something that she has said to me before. And each time I had overtaxed myself detrimentally.
After the shock of realizing that I had been indeed quite cruel to myself, I began to take stock and think of ways I could manage things better and start to be kind to myself. I began by unscrewing the top off the bottle of my feelings. I calming and quietly addressed them, which was a relief/release. I tried to go back to making healthier meals more frequently. I then went on to practicing a bit of yoga and have been looking into practicing meditation. I am starting to feel a bit more like myself, and in return I’ve been able to be a more useful person. As this situation improves, fingers crossed, I’d like to be able to enjoy my life a bit more.
For some reason I feel that this Dr. Seuss song can be extended to my line of thinking. Because you’re a person, who’s a person after all…