This could be me.
Seriously.
These days, stress is my first, middle, last and maiden names- or at least it feels that way.
Hi. My name is Misty and I am stressed out.
Hi Misty...
You guys, I do not handle stress well. I think my model either has a malfunctioning “throw it from your mind” button, or I just have serious operator error issues…
You see, there is this little novel I wrote, which I couldn’t STOP editing… I became like an obsessed machine. And then, I did stop, and took a few days off. Yay me… BUT- now I can’t seem to get back to it… And I REALLY need to, by friday.
And then, there is the matter of this other situation. Potentially HUGE situation… And I should just cast it to the side, trust that it will all workout and go about my days and my monotonous editing… BUT I CAN’T… It is like a virus, eating away my brain.
STRESS…
So yeah… I just had to tell someone that I am STRESSING OUT…
And if I you are a prayer, I/we could use some…
Rainy Day in May... 
the absolute worst. when you realize that the only way to make things easier is to trudge right on through. but at the end of it all: a novel!
Prayers coming. Hang in there, Mama. You can do this!