I’m afraid my romance with stress has burned me at the stake. I am hoping that once my feet touch the ground again that all feeling in my toes will come back, but I won’t know until that point – currently I am toast. Not to drive an analogy into the ground but I have buttered my toast too long to even notice the taste so it’s time for a change bigger than wheat to multigrain.
While I don’t know what this change is, yet, I am certain that I can no longer continue burning both ends of the candle (how’s that for another analogy). I’m much too emotional to survive very long in apathy, and I have far too many questions to walk around in the meaningless.
It should have been a sure-fire sign that burnout would take a detour in my hood after the traumatizing headaches, which was just one stop before the muscles in my neck and shoulders seized up to cause my body to stall altogether. I should have taken notice of the one headlight shifting my focus, but when the battery is dead nothing starts.