Random question about you
What is the most stressful situation you have recently encountered ?
How did you deal with it.
Please share.
How did you deal with it.
Please share.
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PatientlyWaiting25 · 46-50, F
scorpiolovedeep · 51-55, M
PatientlyWaiting25 · 46-50, F
@scorpiolovedeep every day ❤
dancingtongue · 80-89, M
Probably when I had an intruder bust through the exterior door to my bedroom as I was lying in bed reading. I say probably, because I didn't feel stressed. I think partially because he wasn't threatening, and partially old habits as a crisis manager clicked in: stay calm, act rationally, consider options.
I yelled "what the hell do you want" which made him continue down the hall away from me, as I reached for my phone and dialed 911. Dispatcher asked if I could get outside, which I could through the busted exterior door, and officers were on their way. I threw on some pants, exited, found patrol cars front and back, and they already had apprehended him after he existed my house. Arrested for psych evaluation as he was confused with obvious mental problems. No signs of being violent or threatening.
I yelled "what the hell do you want" which made him continue down the hall away from me, as I reached for my phone and dialed 911. Dispatcher asked if I could get outside, which I could through the busted exterior door, and officers were on their way. I threw on some pants, exited, found patrol cars front and back, and they already had apprehended him after he existed my house. Arrested for psych evaluation as he was confused with obvious mental problems. No signs of being violent or threatening.
TheRealBarbossa · 36-40, T
The aftermath of arguing with my mom for the first time ever.
I immediately called my (oldest) sister, and I was crying so hard bc of anxiety and anger, sis thought we had bad reception. When she realized the truth she insisted on coming to my place to make sure I didn't do anything stupid (she knows I have very dark thoughts on a daily basis) but after a few minutes I had calmed down enough to convince her I'd be alright.
For context: Mom has borderline personality disorder, and I have avoidant personality disorder. The two don't mix.
I immediately called my (oldest) sister, and I was crying so hard bc of anxiety and anger, sis thought we had bad reception. When she realized the truth she insisted on coming to my place to make sure I didn't do anything stupid (she knows I have very dark thoughts on a daily basis) but after a few minutes I had calmed down enough to convince her I'd be alright.
For context: Mom has borderline personality disorder, and I have avoidant personality disorder. The two don't mix.
RodneyTrotter1 · 100+, M
scorpiolovedeep · 51-55, M
RodneyTrotter1 · 100+, M
@scorpiolovedeep Thanks. It would have been major panic a few years ago but panic solves nothing, a deep breath and a sip of wine solves everything 😁
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scorpiolovedeep · 51-55, M
Wiseacre · F
@scorpiolovedeep a matters of degree.
Musicman · 61-69, M
That would be about two months ago. My wife was having difficulty breathing so we went to the hospital. Her blood pressure was 285 over 156. They did a chest X-ray and a CT scan. Turns out she had a massive blood clot in her left lung about 3/4 the size of the lung and a bunch of smaller ones in her right lung. That was causing her heart to work extra hard trying to bring in enough oxygen to breathe and live on. They admitted her to the ICU unit of the cardiac care ward. They put her on 60 liters of oxygen and administered a heavy duty blood thinner intravenously. That first night the head doctor and nurse of the hospital came in and had what I call "The Chat". That's where they asked if you crash in the night how far do you want us to go to save you. That is a very sobering and scary chat. Fortunately she survived the night. The blood thinners worked and 8 days later she was discharged and was able to come home. I got through it with prayer and support from friends on SW and in real life.
CrazyMusicLover · 31-35
Nothing too dramatic, fortunately. I'm rather slowly cooked, tbh. A regular dose of "casual" stress every day.
Justmeraeagain · 56-60, F
scorpiolovedeep · 51-55, M
scorpiolovedeep · 51-55, M
Casheyane · 31-35, F
@scorpiolovedeep
Once there was a blue bird. The blue bird could fly far and free. She wanted to.
But there were two injured and traumatized birds who couldn't and didn't want to fly inside the cage. So even when the cage is opened, the blue bird chose to stay.
If she chooses to fly, she would have to do it with the entire cage on her back.
And she wasn't strong enough for it. She would break.
For a long while, the blue bird shackled her own feet to the cage so she would always know and be forced to return. Her world was small, the path she could take, so few and so narrow.
Day by day, the blue bird flies out to a short distance and returns. Fly and return. Fly and return.
One day and then another and another and another.
The blue bird kept at it. Pain, backache, everything was ignored.
The blue bird has a purpose, albeit an imaginative one.
The blue bird had always wanted to fly and enjoy the sky, side-by-side with the other birds. So flying out in the broad sky solo was not an option.
Eventually, the blue bird started to wonder why the flight and limits didn't feel as hard. Why her back didn't ache as much.
And when the blue bird looked at her foot, she saw that what was formerly shackles had turned into a golden string so thin and light.
She is still tied but the string had become extendable, going as far as she's willing to fly before coming back.
And when she looked back at the open cage, what was once a small world is now nurtured so well that flowers of different kinds are growing inside and outside it. It extends to a long distance and looks like a forest garden centered on the cage. And the birds inside didn't look as frail. They now have a glow in them. And once in a while, they too fly out.
Some circumstance make you feel helpless. But they leave a room to either grow or sink. With each step, the helplessness diminishes. :) Just grit your teeth and keep at it. All you need is a strong enough why.
Once there was a blue bird. The blue bird could fly far and free. She wanted to.
But there were two injured and traumatized birds who couldn't and didn't want to fly inside the cage. So even when the cage is opened, the blue bird chose to stay.
If she chooses to fly, she would have to do it with the entire cage on her back.
And she wasn't strong enough for it. She would break.
For a long while, the blue bird shackled her own feet to the cage so she would always know and be forced to return. Her world was small, the path she could take, so few and so narrow.
Day by day, the blue bird flies out to a short distance and returns. Fly and return. Fly and return.
One day and then another and another and another.
The blue bird kept at it. Pain, backache, everything was ignored.
The blue bird has a purpose, albeit an imaginative one.
The blue bird had always wanted to fly and enjoy the sky, side-by-side with the other birds. So flying out in the broad sky solo was not an option.
Eventually, the blue bird started to wonder why the flight and limits didn't feel as hard. Why her back didn't ache as much.
And when the blue bird looked at her foot, she saw that what was formerly shackles had turned into a golden string so thin and light.
She is still tied but the string had become extendable, going as far as she's willing to fly before coming back.
And when she looked back at the open cage, what was once a small world is now nurtured so well that flowers of different kinds are growing inside and outside it. It extends to a long distance and looks like a forest garden centered on the cage. And the birds inside didn't look as frail. They now have a glow in them. And once in a while, they too fly out.
Some circumstance make you feel helpless. But they leave a room to either grow or sink. With each step, the helplessness diminishes. :) Just grit your teeth and keep at it. All you need is a strong enough why.