So it seems that my mental health is a lot like a house of cards. Flimsy card houses do not fare particularly well in a breeze.
The wind is gusting this week.
People often comment on how strong I am (mentally and physically…don’t let my ice cream bod fool you…I could bench-press a lot of those toothpick-shaped women), and that they don’t know how I manage the stresses that we have been dealing with, particularly over the past year. And I agree.
I am strong.
But lately I am starting to feel like a sturdy old tree, that has one too many woodpecker (giggle) holes in it. Each stressor is a separate beak pecking away at me until I look like this: