I remember once upon a time ago, around the time that I was getting married, seeing
a list of the events that are stressors in people’s lives. Moving, marriage, divorce,
illness, you get the idea.
While trying to fall asleep this morning, I was thinking about stressors. I was wondering
if I am considered weak for admitting I have stressors: am I supposed to be a good
soldier and take it as it comes.
It seems like the victim in this equation is emotion.It’s as if you aren’t allowed to
cry when you rip a house apart, when you throw something sentimental out: you are just
supposed to do it.I consider myself a strong woman but there is only so much strength
you can hold on to.You have to mourn, you have to remember, you take this and go forward.