It's a choice.
Stress is high in my house at the moment. Tim's stressed over his job and Mom's stressed over Tim being stressed. I'm getting stressed because there's too much friggin' stress.
Fun, innit? I'm praying my hardest to God. I could only end up making the situation worse by getting angry out of my stress and yelling at someone in attempt to relieve myself.
This tight feeling in my chest isn't anything new; I've felt it before. It hurts, it's consuming, it scares me.
The only thing I can hope God can do through me is keep me mellow and not agitate my family any more.
Here's hoping I can manage to write some of my story today; either actually in the story or start and complete Basil's and Levi's character bios.
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