Wanna Stress Over It?
I’m no stranger to stress. It’s my middle name. Even my general practitioner who isn’t able to name some of my sick complaints will blame it to stress. And the shampoo girl may pin stress over the reason for my not so lively hair. Stress is not just a word to signify medical condition but it’s becoming a lifestyle. Most of the times we conjure the word "stress" merely to compensate over our many weaknesses, occasional failures and handicaps. Writers blame stress when they are suffering from “writers block”, we get dandruff due to stress, we gain weight because we stress over it and heck, we lost weight because of stress too.
But really, what is stress anyway and what is the devil that causes it? And how much stress is good and how much is it bad that'll eventually lead you into the dungeon of depression? I remember at one time I had to prepare for a product presentation to a pool of snotty educationists and surprisingly, I did not lose an inch of sleep over it. I ate well and still managed to ace the presentation. But there was one occasion (few months ago) I was eating chicken burger at the usual MacDonald's joint with my partner and we had only a brief argument over some work things and two hours after that while driving home alone, I had a bout of hyperventilation. I had to pull over immediately because I was numbed all over, difficulty of breathing and could have sworn that I was going to die. Well to make story short, I managed to dial my partner for help (he almost had a panic attack himself), drove me to the nearest clinic and guess what the doctor told me? He said that I worked too hard and that I was "stressed out" which had eventually triggered the attack. And all the while I thought I had suddenly developed and allergy to chicken burgers.
There will probably a lot of explanation to describe Stress and stress related illnesses. The worse part is when someone starts popping pills to eradicate the evil of stress when otherwise, it just imposes further damage to the body. But I don't deny that there are unfortunate people out there who are medically suffering from severe stress. The symptoms of its severity are usually very profound which doctors can easily detect.
I can't recall the number of times I use the word "stress" that it's really beginning to stress me out. Maybe it's just a placebo for me to feel forgiven for my malaise or maybe we have yet to find other word to replace the word stress. But whatever it is, if there's one thing that I realize is that the whole thought about it can make you, well, want to pull your hair out and cry stress. So let us do some justice to the word stress and to our body and mind and let's just diss the word for a week and maybe, just maybe, we can erase this so-called endemic from our system. Good luck and be happy!
I’m no stranger to stress. It’s my middle name. Even my general practitioner who isn’t able to name some of my sick complaints will blame it to stress. And the shampoo girl may pin stress over the reason for my not so lively hair. Stress is not just a word to signify medical condition but it’s becoming a lifestyle. Most of the times we conjure the word "stress" merely to compensate over our many weaknesses, occasional failures and handicaps. Writers blame stress when they are suffering from “writers block”, we get dandruff due to stress, we gain weight because we stress over it and heck, we lost weight because of stress too.
But really, what is stress anyway and what is the devil that causes it? And how much stress is good and how much is it bad that'll eventually lead you into the dungeon of depression? I remember at one time I had to prepare for a product presentation to a pool of snotty educationists and surprisingly, I did not lose an inch of sleep over it. I ate well and still managed to ace the presentation. But there was one occasion (few months ago) I was eating chicken burger at the usual MacDonald's joint with my partner and we had only a brief argument over some work things and two hours after that while driving home alone, I had a bout of hyperventilation. I had to pull over immediately because I was numbed all over, difficulty of breathing and could have sworn that I was going to die. Well to make story short, I managed to dial my partner for help (he almost had a panic attack himself), drove me to the nearest clinic and guess what the doctor told me? He said that I worked too hard and that I was "stressed out" which had eventually triggered the attack. And all the while I thought I had suddenly developed and allergy to chicken burgers.
There will probably a lot of explanation to describe Stress and stress related illnesses. The worse part is when someone starts popping pills to eradicate the evil of stress when otherwise, it just imposes further damage to the body. But I don't deny that there are unfortunate people out there who are medically suffering from severe stress. The symptoms of its severity are usually very profound which doctors can easily detect.
I can't recall the number of times I use the word "stress" that it's really beginning to stress me out. Maybe it's just a placebo for me to feel forgiven for my malaise or maybe we have yet to find other word to replace the word stress. But whatever it is, if there's one thing that I realize is that the whole thought about it can make you, well, want to pull your hair out and cry stress. So let us do some justice to the word stress and to our body and mind and let's just diss the word for a week and maybe, just maybe, we can erase this so-called endemic from our system. Good luck and be happy!
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