While I’m no longer passing out, which was the major implication of my conversion disorder at the time of my diagnosis, I must acknowledge that stress continues to affect my health. Excuses be hanged! The truth is that I often let my risks/stressors manage me. The truth is that I fear managing risks would be a full-time job. The truth is that no, not everyone has such a tumultuous relationship with their risks - daily, hourly, by the moment. The truth is that the disease is me and the road out of this is unmoving. But am I?
Today, I’m moving. Coming along?
I purpose to return here weekly to write through types of stress, resources for stress, and effective/ineffective approaches to stress. Comment. Feed me ideas. Let me know how conversion disorder (yours or someone else’s) impacts you.