I recently had an experience regarding overwhelming emotional stress brought on by the joys of raising children. At one point I described to a friend that the situation had made me feel like I had been kicked in the metaphorical balls. For two days I could feel myself falling further and further into the black hole of misery.
I noticed at first my temper was short, very short, which was unlike me. I shrugged this off as being angry about the situation and went on with my day. Exhaustion soon found me, and again I was quick to blow off the next clue that something might not be right. After all I was under a tremendous amount of emotional stress, and this is normal right?
This was not like me. Although I know depression is a normal reaction to emotional stress it’s very easy to fall into the sleep trap. The feeling of being increasingly cold didn’t help.
As I sat at my writing station fighting to keep my head up I could feel my body, buried under the weight of the world, make a small request for a drink I use to rehydrate after a big workout. Reluctantly, I made my way into the kitchen and choked back the Vitamin C rich concoction.