It has felt as if my stress is a separate creature from myself. I could easily visualize it as a monkey on my back, but I found it more cheerful to visualize it as a very large rowdy puppy, the sort that pulls you off-balance as it bounds at the leash.
This week, though, it feels like my stress is elsewhere. That stress-creature hasn't vanished, certainly, but it's not in the room with me.
Not sure what to make of this.