- . . . like you want to explode, and you don't know why?
- . . . like everything you touch breaks?
- . . . like you want to stop the universe and start a new movie?
Ever figure out what to DO about it?
If so, I'd love to know the secret.
Ever figure out what to DO about it?
If so, I'd love to know the secret.
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Slow down. If possible stop, and take a breath. Then, do something else - preferably something you like doing. At least for a short while. Do something - anything - self-indulgent, and if possible, different. (And be very careful handling sharp or fragile items, just in case.)
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Different things work at different time - but almost all of them involve physical movement and action, to use all of that adrenalin in some other manner.
I've been known to try cleaning rugs, scrubbing floors, going for long walks (which wouldn't be an option for you, I guess) or chopping wood. If you have a can crusher and a large number of pop cans, it's quite useful for small amounts of aarrgghhhitude ...
And small hugs offered - it couldn't hurt, right?
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My secret is bitching about it. And just stopping for a while. Going to read-only mode, or ridiculous mode in interactions, venting, ranting, and walking away from anything that is giving me the urge to attack it.
Not that it's perfect, but it's kept me alive and not incarcertated.
Now, if I actually had the cojones to truly stop my life and start in a new direction, I'd probably eventually be happier. But I can't bring myself to start the short term nightmares. And being single makes that a very different option.
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For today, I just went out and ran around the pumphouse and the loop around the out-laws' house, which just about finished my knees, then spent 15 minutes or so working out with a bokutoh.