When I hear the word 'stress' I think to myself "Yea, yea, yeah. What can you do about it?" I no longer have this frame of mind. Why? My husband and kids took me through THE LAST anxiety attack I could stand to handle. I cannot remember what pissed me off so badly to onset it. All I remember is the terrible pain that remained in my chest for a full week. It was so sore. At that moment, I decided, "never again". To date, I have a renewed state of mind to not let anyone or anything perturb me so as to affect my health and state of mind. Sure, I may become upset briefly but that is just it, briefly. Why should I compromise my health and mindset for others who could care less? As far as I'm concerned, they only care to see that you're buried (or burned) and wonder what remains of your possessions to divvy amongst their outstretched hands. And as divvy means to divide and share , what are the chances that will effectively happen? I used to talk and
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