The Bloody Doors Off

I absorb stress.

It’s not enough I generate copious amounts of my own; when others are stressed around me, I tend to pull it into me as well.

Okay, not always. But definitely always.

I spent fifty years doing things on my own timetable. It’s taking a lot of unlearning to correct that. Just because I think something should be done a certain way, doesn’t mean it’s the correct course of action.

Water off a duck’s back? I’d be drowning in it. And I’m tired of dog paddling. I want to swim with the current.

Fuck, I’m so tense this morning my head feels like it’s gonna pop off my neck.

Why am I like this? And how do I change this behaviour?