Have you ever been there? Have you ever hit an emotional wall so hard that it felt like whiplash? Well I have….and yikes!
Our summer season is usually filled with lots of fun day trips, but not this season. We usually have one day where we would run some errands… and maybe hit the beach or similar afterwards. Then one day is spent doing a day trip or a mini vacation day. And of course the evenings would be filled with visiting friends, listening to some local concerts on the beach, and any other summer event that’s here at the Jersey shore. Why wouldn’t you… why not fill your summer with lots of fun before you settle into the fall and winter seasons. This is the normal for us… but not the case this summer! Somehow we slipped in and out of this summer with out ever really taking advantage of a summer fun season. We were extremely busy, with on going things, but when all is said and done we really didn’t feel like we had a relaxing and enjoyable summer, but one that was filled with just extreme busyness. But the question remains in our minds… what were we even busy with? Why did we come out exhausted… and not feeling refreshed and rejuvenated from a beautiful summer season. Why do we feel like we’re spinning our wheels and feeling fried and an emotional wreck?
My schedule is normally full with work and our regular activities of life…but we soon started to realize that so many unusual things were happening and I could feel myself slipping into a wall of emotional overload. With extended family, church, ministry, friends and our normal needs of a “special needs” family…we seemed to be on overdrive for the past few months. I woke up one day realizing that I could hardly breathe, lift my head and or want to even do anything at all.
I had a friend who suffered from “work burnout”. I have heard of this but could not really relate. My friend in the end… ended up in recovery for several months. I was not at that point ….but looking over a 10 day period of our life that took place this past summer, we began to realize that 7 different major stressful events took place in that short amount of time. This left me feeling completely empty.
I am blessed to have a husband and partner in life who noticed how I was feeling and he also realized that he was falling into the same situation. So it was time to sit, chat and make a list of what all just happened to us. We were both amazed that we could almost still function with all that hit us so hard and fast. After chatting with each other we needed to dissect each area where there was an emotional wall.
We gathered our emotional bandages, an emotional neck brace and some emotional crutches and started making a plan. It was not easy to dissect all of this but we needed to do it. With some time in prayer and reflecting on some verses of scripture and a good hard look at what was happening we have made a recovery plan.
I normally know myself enough and when I am reaching “overload”, I can stop, stand still and regroup but not this time. It came too fast and too hard. Now that we have a plan we can take one step at a time and regroup together.
I hope all of this makes sense to you….if you break your arm you see the hurt and discomfort. But when you break your spirit it does not leave any visible things for people to see that you have discomfort. This made me realize even more that behind every face is a story and to be more kind to those around me as well…since you never know what people are going through.
One brick at a time of the wall is now coming down. In some case we just got a bulldozer and took the wall down and oh boy did that feel really good. We are on the road to recovery… by making better decisions, better choices, and being wiser people. Life is enjoyable and should be… But we need to sit back and realize when we are overloaded with stress and stressful situations. There needs to be a time of refreshment, a time to be able to regroup, and a time to be able to reflect what has just happened so that you don’t hit an emotional wall.
Lynn A. C. Wilson – Resume of a Mother
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