Stress is one of those things that we all deal with on a daily basis. Kids, work, spouses, family members, etc… all take a toll on our well-being and optimistic outlook on the day. But speaking from personal experience, financial stress is one of those evil beasts that claws you on the inside. It refuses to let go and holds on for dear life as you try Matrix-style to slip away.
But let’s face it. Financial stress is a walking nightmare. Sleepless nights. Angry spousal arguments. Words not meant, but said anyway. Fault lines drawn, and distortion with reality begins. Money is evil, with roots so far deep and entrenched. So entangled with emotion, that the mere thought of it brings anxiety so fraught with despair…so deep with self-loathing.
Yes friends, I have been there. To hell and back. I have been in the trenches with my tears of desperation. I have cried and rallied at the skies until I was short of breath. I speak truth and it says… I lost my home.
I lost the first place that had my name. The place where my husband and I became one under the eyes of the sun. Where I waited what seemed like endless minutes for the stick to turn pink. Where my daughter slept through the night for the first time…
I know what it is like to feel failure. To know that you gave it your best, but it wasn’t good enough. Financial stress could have broken us; made us fragile…separate. But we refused to let it. We refused to let it beat us; let it define us. We survived. And our marriage is stronger because of it. We went to war, battled and came out with clarity and mindfulness. And we came away… at peace.