I don’t do stress. I see everyone else doing it and I’m thinking ‘NO THANK YOU!’ I would rather stick needles in my eyes than have a big moment shrieking, drawing attention to myself and deal with all the angst that would follow. I ain’t got time for none of that. Life is waaaaaaaaay to short. Its not that I don’t bump into stressful situations, but when I do, my reaction is to decompress. To go calm. To lock down, observe, learn .. say nothing.
Of course, there are exceptions to this. But I seem to skip the whole stress thing and go straight to anger. Like when I’m driving the car. I know, I know … my very, very bad.
I think I ‘don’t do stress’ because I grew up with my mum stressing left, right and centre. Everything was a drama. Voices were permanently raised, fear and put downs reigned. I didn’t like it one little bit because, in all the sodding, bloody drama, I was lost. Invisible. My voice was not only never heard, it never even featured and I decided for my life to be a happy one, I was going to do the opposite. No drama. No stress. Listen to the underdog.
Great. My plan worked! Or has it? Nooooo. Obviously not. By not overtly showing my stress, I internalise it. Without telling a soul. Keeping it to myself. There is no open valve to extinguish the pressure and guess what. I have now got an auto immune disease, had two knee replacements and inject myself weekly with a biologic drug and take lethal tablets to lower my immune system. Recent studies show that stress is a key indicator in waking up cells that cause inflammation and disease in the body and in avoiding acknowledging that stress even exists in my life … my body has called my bluff.
Thanks to resident Guerrilla Barry for kicking us off with our first blog. Amongst all the Coaching and People Development we do, we're taking on Identity Coaching as our personal crusade. It'll all make sense when you've read the blog but in a nutshell ... why not live the life you deserve to live? Be the person you are? Everybody else is taken.