I have trouble writing when I'm stressed out. I do it, because it's my job, but when I go back to edit, I realize that I've used the wrong word in some places or the wrong version of a word. My brain short-circuits.
I feel like that right now. Sometimes I stress myself out on my stress. Stress breeds stress. For example, I get upset and I feel like my heart is racing. I think, oh yeah, that heart attack that I fear is right around the corner. Or I worry that the surges of hormones caused by adrenaline are powering little tumors in my body, making them powerful, mowing down healthy cells. My stress is killing me.
It's crazy, I know it is, and it's pointless. Worrying about stress only makes me more stressed out.
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