I could not think or breathe. I was tired, stressed…feeling like I needed to be at attention at all times.
It wasn’t allergic reactions or lack of rest.
It was my ex.
I was always on edge. Because of him. Three phone calls a day. Texting all day long.
Was I about to escape?
Well, yes. I was. He was like that because he was so afraid he’d lose me…and he ended up doing so anyway.
I’m not tired anymore. I did have to change the schedule I had. Unfortunately, it evolved around him and my mother. That was tough to break.
I don’t like feeling anxious. I do feel there is a need for anxiety…there is a rush to it. Like being on your toes. But simply to be nervous?
You’d be stuck.
I realize a lot now. And now I can rest on what I’ve learned.