We have been through this is biennial convulsion four or five different times over the past 10 or 12 years, and now it appears that we are going through this quiet agony all over again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.
I'm an appalling flyer. I get very tense, although I no longer weep uncontrollably for no reason - I just sob if there's turbulence.
I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.
I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.
Everything is so chaotic. My nervous system can't handle it. I need my peace, so, every once in a while, while the kids are at school, I lie in bed, close the curtains, watch television and eat food.
I've had paranoid panic attacks.
We experience moments absolutely free from worry. These brief respites are called panic.
I had every stress-related illness you can get.
We need time to defuse, to contemplate. Just as in sleep our brains relax and give us dreams, so at some time in the day we need to disconnect, reconnect, and look around us.
I don't understand my own sporadic collapses into passivity. Perhaps I never will.