Stressed is not desserts spelled backwards. It is the boulder sitting in the middle of my chest weighing me down.
I know what is bothering me, there’s just nothing I can do about it. So now I feel like someone dive-bombed my chest, right between the girls, with a mack truck.
I’ve tried breathing and meditating and reading and distracting myself in various other ways, but it’s still there. So now what? And no, it’s not a heart attack because it’s constant and for days at a time.