“Mom, you looked stressed,” my son said to me as we were attempting to load groceries into the hot car while I attempted to keep one eye on the daughter who was naive to moving cars as she danced around the crowded parking lot.
Honestly, I’m not even sure if my husband believes my short temper is MS or me being a typical women.
My anxiety causes me to often prefer to be alone. I am most comfortable in silence and sadly even those closest to me can bother me simply by their voice.
My doctor thought it might be depression (because I love my bed) but I don’t think his diagnosis is right, as I am generally optimistic and positive.
Noises, like my sweet kids screams of enjoyment, or their loud voices of excitement cause a discomfort hard to explain in words. Those sounds should be sweet, but they hurt. Sadly there are time when I need to leave the happy commotion and retreat to my quiet oasis (or bedroom). My yoga mat is another quiet place I feel my best.
Loud restaurants, concerts and parties are places I used to crave. These days quiet evenings home or intimate dinners are my new normal.
Instead of adding to my stress fretting about the negative moments, I work really hard to recognize and appreciate the ones that I can enjoy and are happening now.
Hopefully others don’t judge and assume I am anti social or a hermit, I am simply doing what it takes to feel good.
I still don’t know how to answer my boy’s question when he tells me I looked stressed.
Can you relate? Are you anxious or sensitive to noise?
All photos by Susan Ryan Kalina Photography.