‘Stress is the body’s reaction to any change that requires an adjustment or response.’
I’m a natural born stresser, it annoys and frustrates me in unequal measures, but it’s what I do. I’m often told not to stress so much, but the more I try to not, the more stressed I actually become. \It’s a contradiction almost that the act of trying to destress causes an exponentially greater amount of tension. Sometimes I wonder if that’s because my body is so used to the state that it actually struggles to cope without it.
Stress appears to be such a modern day illness or affliction, it’s such a prominent part of our lives whether intended or not. I often reflect and wonder if we are all a little addicted to it? Not in a narcissistic or masochistic way, but in the sense that feeling stress reminds us that in an inhuman world, we are in fact human. We do feel, can feel, we need a release and an outlet that maybe otherwise we just wouldn’t find.
Stress is almost (I think) the acceptable face of worry, anger, turmoil and the sudden snap we all eventually have.
Stress; a catch many term that increasingly seems to rule, the new sovereign of the future world that we all walk towards with eager trepidation.
Good old friend stress.