I never am totally sure about how to get my words out, so how about some word vomit? Ew right? It's hard to believe I have been blogging for years and years now every week and how this blog gives me a tiny bit of sanity every week when I write it. Words get stuck and jumbled in my head, and it's a relief some days to get them out read them out loud and then leave them and walk away.
Here lately anxiety has been my queen. She has ruled over my every waking moment and I moving back into fight, flight, or freeze, which I just felt like I had successfully moved away from. Just this week I was having panic attacks so bad that when I went for my morning run, I had a panic attack during my run because I couldn't even remember what day it was and what experiment I was doing. Funny, it calms down when I am at work and allows me to work but I feel it creeping in there as well, slowly. I am feeling like medical intervention may be necessary to give me some peace and some sleep. I am pretty sure I am losing what little bit of hair I have due to stress. Yet I am not sure how to get away from it? How do you successfully compartmentalize the daily stresses and live a normal life?
Sometimes, well most of the times I wish our small business would just fold. Yes, we had stress prior to having this business, but nothing like now. I want to go back to that kind of stress please. I know that we could both make good money because even if my hubby is not the greatest at running a small business, he is a great electrician and now that he is on the road to being 100 percent healthy, I know he could do amazing things. I know that closing something down that you have put your heart and soul into is never easy, but I am ready. I am ready for the stigma, the talk, the probably court for him to file bankruptcy to get out of the debt. I am ready for the bank to take all of our assets, even our house if necessary. I am ready to be done. I am ready to just live my life and not worry about who is quitting, who is stealing from us, who is writing down 8 hours and not working 8 hours, who do we owe money to and who is not paying us for whatever reason. I am ready to not to have to work my main job, come home and then head to a second job. I am ready to not to have to fight the bank every month to fund us one more month. I am done. For those of you who keep your small businesses going for years and years and years, I am in awe. We are on year 7 and each year gets worse, not better. I know for me, I am not cut out for this roller coaster and I want off so that I keep any shred of mental capacity I have left.
Sorry to be such a bummer. I actually jumped the gun and wrote last week about what was happening this week because of course, anxiety. We had our check up with the brain surgeon on Tuesday and all was good. I posted the MRI in last week's blog and it was a doozy. Here is again just in case you didn't see it.
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