One Hell of a Year
A Reflection on 2015
One hell of a year. Some years are better than others, but I am so happy to see the New Year on the horizon as 2015 has been one of the tough ones. One hell of a year.
The highs were incredible, my daughters both achieving so well in their studies, my husband landing his dream job, a family wedding combined with a trip to the Cape, my relationship with my sisters blossoming and many fun hours spent in their company.
The lows were hard, we almost lost a daughter and a parent. An ocean between our marriage at a time when we needed each other the most.
But here we are. Survivors. Our little nuclear family reunited for the December summer holidays, travelling to South East Asia and exploring a foreign country which will be home for a while.
I want to shake off the negativity but am finding it hard to find the energy. Depression, like an ever-present monster on my shoulder, rears its ugliness just when I should be the happiest. It clouds my life, seeping into every crevice. Binding my creativity, strangling my voice, snuffing out any spark of self-confidence.
Arguably there are many ways to calculate stress, but is it something that can be counted?
The Holmes and Rahe Stress Scale found at Mindtools gives a quick test to check personal stress levels according to your environmental and personal changes.
If stress is calculable and if this scale is correct it is no wonder I am bushwhacked. Scoring way off the charts, it looks like meditation is in my immediate future… or champagne and chocolate.
Could I have my cake and eat it? It is Christmas after all.