My Hand is Forced
I’ve ignored the stress for a very long time, hoping it would just go away.
Instead, the stress compounded, making it unbearable for me to function normally. The pot has boiled over. I’ve hit the wall. Something has to give.
Change is necessary. On top of that, I don’t know what changes are needed for the stress to go away. For someone who loathes surprises, not knowing what’s next is quite uncomfortable. I’m not a fan of this part of the journey.
On the bright side, being uncomfortable may not be as bad as it seems:)