For the past two weeks, I have walked around feeling like someone has beat the stuffings right out of me, and I am just one hard slap away from being knocked unconscious. The fact that I have also been beating myself up for not handling the situation in a more perfect, mature, loving Christian way, hasn’t helped.
And… this coming Wednesday, three days from today, my beloved husband is having surgery. It’s only to repair a couple of tears in his right knee, but still, it worries me, because it will be done under general anesthesia and my husband is 71 and has had three heart attacks. Plus he tends to fall easily.
Plus he has lots of upcoming appointments, most of them medical, and all of them at VA hospitals that are at least 100 miles away, and one is 200 miles away. My husband loves to drive, he says that driving energizes him. But driving long distances stresses and wears me out, thanks to some bad car crashes in my past. I try not to drive much, but now, until my husband heals completely from the surgery on his right knee, I will have to drive him to all these appointments.
I wrote the following post about feeling overwhelmed, four years ago this month. Right now seems like a good time to reblog it. Comments are closed on the original post and I don’t know how to open them again, since WP changed the editor. But I will open comments here, on this page. Feel free to share how you might relate to this topic.
God bless and thank you so much for reading. ❤❤
TWO WEEKS AGO, when I started this new blog, I had big ideas for my first post. I was thrilled that the name I wanted — A Blog About Healing From PTSD — was available. I picked out the theme, loaded a header picture, wrote my description page, and got all the settings the way I like them.
But when I started to write my first post, I froze.
No, my problem isn’t writer’s block. I’m not depressed, not anxious, not sick, and I’m certainly not too busy to find the time to write. My reason for waiting two weeks before writing my first post is something that happens to me a lot, in all kinds of situations. It’s maddening, it’s debilitating, and most people don’t seem to understand it at all.
My problem: I AM OVERWHELMED.
When I’m overwhelmed, the simplest tasks are…
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