I don’t mean to be Captain Obvious here, but stress really isn’t good for you.
I know this because I’m experiencing stress right now. Partly it’s the physical stress for caring for an ever-growing adorable baby — the night feedings, the getting up at 6:30 a.m. to go to work. Mostly, I think, it’s the emotional stress of leaving him. And knowing he won’t eat until he sees me again. And just missing him, mainly. Wanting to be with him, rather than away from him doing something I’m just not as into as I was 5 years ago.
A few years ago when work was new and exciting and I had a roller-coaster relationship that ultimately didn’t make me very happy, I had an ulcer. I named it after the ex-boyfriend. It’s back – the stomach pain, not the ex-boyfriend. I think he’s managed to move on (which I highly recommend).
Without giving you too much insight into my gastrointenstinal distress, let’s just say that there’s discomfort from my throat down to the other end with a lot of hurt in the middle.
This troubles me. And, in a strange way, it also comforts me as I know my body is looking out for my best interests. It won’t let me stray too far from being in balance. I can ignore and deny and say things are fine all I want, but my body barometer keeps accurate measure of how things really are. Not that I have been denying how I feel. But I’ve been going on as if it’s all OK anyhow.
I don’t know what the solution is. With the Ulcer named ***** (name deleted to protect ex), the situation solved itself and the eventually ulcer went away with a lot of deghlycerized licorice root.
Now? Maybe some prescription meds, accupuncture, time… I do know that I’m not going to just walk around with acid in my throat, my intestines tied in knots and a burning in my stomach. The situation, the underlying cause, needs to resolve just as it did before. Somehow it will. It always does.
Because stress isn’t good. I’m Captain Obvious, wishing you a nice day.