And I think I’ve figured out why. Now that things are improving in our lives in different ways, I think the three years of really intense stress and loss is catching up with me. I think my body is finally making me pay for bottling things up, for pushing my fear and hurt and emotion aside to do what had to be done. At least I know what’s going on now.
Now to figure out how to deal with it, let it out, and still manage to get things done. After all, work and life aren’t going to stop while I fall apart!