tl ;d r – Stress and tension seem like they are destroying who I am, as a father-god, a spouse, and a person.

So, for the past month or so, I’ve felt like I’ve been dropping deeper into this well of distres and anxiety. I struggle to take joy in things that used to be the highlights of my life. I’m not chilled, or at least I don’t make I am, but I’m forever accentuated, I invariably perturb, and I feel like I can’t “ve been waiting for” more that a few minutes before it all comes hastening back.

I dealt with a humor disease when I was in HS, but through remedy and gradually changing my own mentality, I was able to get over it. I haven’t had any sort of medication for psychological rationales since. But lately…

I’m going to back up a bit, about three years. Three years ago, I was obese. I was somewhere around 330 -3 40 lb, if I remember correctly. I was sedentary, lazy, “havent had” energy , no incitement, etc. Then I ended up in research hospitals when my nature went into -Afib and tachycardia after throwing up, one day. I wasted 2 day in research hospitals, after which I was sent home with specific instructions to change my diet and life. Which I did.

Fast forward a year and I had sagged around 75 lb through sectioning and proper banquets. My bride also had her own business cleanse business, at this time, which I devoted myself to helping originate and succeed.

Fast forward to last winter and I lastly got back into the gym and met a brand-new sport to seek: Strongman. Being a three athletic athlete in HS, it was rapturous to have something to teach for and a point seeking to obtain. This time, I started my own business doing lawncare, landscaping, and snow removal, territory several house contracts for snowfall removal, producing me to buy my first tractor and trailer to carry it on for snow removal. Mind you, I had no signs of full-on suspicion through all of this. I was gradually becoming more accentuated as I took on more study and exertions, but my job and training courses became my musing. Something I could do to clear my brain and self-reflect.

That started to change, about a month ago, when I vied in my first Strongman Competition. I didn’t do poorly, though. In knowledge, I residence third and qualified for Nationals. No, it was after that. I took a few weeks off from trained to compensate and recover from the comp. I didn’t need to, but I did just to be safe. The next week I had to get caught up on toil before departing from our 9-day deer season, so simply trained one day that week. Fast forward to the next week and I developed one blaze of a freezing at the end of deer season. Throw me down for another week. No practice. After I recovered from that, I had to help my spouse catch up on a cluster of project. This week was my firstly week back in the gym after a month away, and I’ve lost SO much of my previous advance. That doesn’t dishearten me, I expected it( my food has been frightful, very, with all the running around) and I know I’ll get past it. But over the past 2 to three weeks I’ve been feeling less and less like myself, and I’ve been annoying more and more about everything from coin to going sick( I have ghastly feeling about vomiting ever since my hospitalization ).

Now I’ve started to go through trances where I feel like I’m flowing in and out of world, during which I feel incredibly desirous, like something bad is about to happen. My dreams have even should begin to deflection, becoming unpredictable and downright strange, now and then. It’s all at its worst when I get home, especially at night. As soon as the sunlight goes down, I feel it. My alone easing is to occupy my thinker by busying myself, but when you’re married with a 2& 5 year aged, it’s hard to stay fascinated. I can’t even make full joy in their own families, as their loudly, rambunctious sort as kids instantly stresses me out. It’s like cups and pans being slammed over my psyche. It FEEL the concussion of every sound and holler and shout, and I can’t freaking be removed from it. I try to calm myself but I feel myself tensioning and stiffening like a coiled springtime until I lash out. I’m going between antagonism and panic more frequently than I knowledge exultation and I can’t stand it. I have an appointment on Friday to see my doctor, but every minute like this feels like an age. I almost feel hollow and isolated in my own head.

I can’t tell if I’m writing this simply to vent, to “voice” my affections, ardours, and know-hows, or if I’m go looking for admonition; proactive the resources necessary to cope in the meantime. I don’t like the idea of being medicated, but I necessity the handout from these feelings. But I also want to be proactive. Meditation, diet, mantras, I once workout, but I requirement more. Maybe it’s the fact that I labour by myself? I don’t really have much for pals, I don’t tend to enjoy most folks corporation as an introvert, but still.

I don’t know what to do or say. I’ve written this novel but I can’t tell if I’ve come it all out, coherently and sensibly. There are so many details to all of this, but I’m trying to keep the duration reasonable. Idk, I’ll fill in the divergences as necessary.

Sorry for the length. I kind of got on a roll and it all just came out.

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