Last night I went to a parents anti-stress meeting at my son's after school program. The lady teaching the class had some good ideas. I'm just not certain they could work for me. Her class covered basic stress. It wasn't really made for a night shift working single mom, with delusions of authorship.
To make us realize the amount of stress we are under, she gave everyone a balloon then had us blow into it as she read off a list of things that cause stress. If we had that issue in our life, we puffed once into the balloon. I stopped blowing about half way through because I was afraid my balloon would pop.
We did a couple of worksheet and had a discussion on healthy ways to relieve stress. She tried. She really did. I am hopeful that the class helped some of the others. However, everything she mentioned either involved money I don't have or were things I was already doing.
Over all I would give her two thumbs up for teaching. I just need whatever the next class up from basic stress is. People are so individual that it is hard to just blanket their lives under just stress.
I have no clue the types of stress the lady who sat behind me has to deal with. She has five kids, three of them teenagers, and commutes an hour one way to an office job. She didn't talk about her husband beyond mentioning she had one, so I don't know how they balance things. (I did like listening to her voice though. It was a sweet soothing voice. She should read poetry for relaxation tapes or something.)
The lady in the row behind her was allergic to latex, so we didn't get to see the size of her stress balloon. The one behind her deals with three kids in elementary school, working three jobs, and going back to school.
The main thing I learned last night was my life can be hard sometimes but others are struggling too. We all think we are walking alone because we look straight ahead and focus on our own problems. We don't see the people walking the path to the side of us.
Life is what it is. Sometimes it is difficult. Sometimes difficult seems like the understatement of the century. Sometimes it builds up until you pop. (That happened to me yesterday. My son's principal asked me a question while I was signing my son in late and I just started crying in the middle of my answer.) I don't think this is really the type of article personapaper is looking for, but I do know that in the three weeks I have been away from here life has seemed much harder.
Sometimes you just have to write things out. Sometimes you just have to leave your story somewhere so that someone else in the universe will see that you exist. Life is about sharing both the smiles and tears. And maybe, just maybe, someone else will see words you have left behind at think, "At least I am not the only one."