Sometimes people ask me what it's like. Honestly I can't answer completely. I struggle to put words to how I feel. However, here are some words that came out the other day when I was really struggling. I don't live in this feeling all the time, but it is a reality of what Kendra and I have to overcome some days.
What a bad days like
Building, suffocating, exhausting pressure.
Struggle to focus, thoughts are disoriented. I am not myself.
I’m tired, physically tired.
I can’t read, think, or process my thoughts. Simple tasks are overwhelming and I’m under pressure.
Anxiety dances on my chest. Cuts me short of breath.
I’m tired, mentally tired.
The more I try to fix it, the worse it gets, I can’t escape.
Circumstances, hopes, dreams, tasks, failures all build into pressure.
It keeps you up at night, which makes you foggier, which makes you feel more pressure which keeps you up at night.
I’m tired, emotionally tired.
The body doesn’t respond like it should. I’m weak, feeble, and frustrated.
Things go well, things go poor, still under pressure.
This pressure invisible to others, consumes me.
I’m weary today. Caught in the mire and clay. My burden is heavy.
I cast all my cares upon You