Stress CaseEssay Preview: Stress CaseReport this essayStressModern life is full of hassles, deadlines, frustrations, and demands. For many people, stress is such a common place that it has become a way of life. Stress isnt always bad. In small doses, it can help you perform under pressure and motivate you to do your best. But when youre constantly running in emergency mode, your mind and body pay the price. You can protect yourself by recognizing the signs and symptoms of stress and taking steps to reduce its harmful effects. Stress is simply a reaction to a stimulus that disturbs our physical or mental equilibrium. In other words, its an omnipresent part of life. A stressful event can trigger the “fight-or-flight” response, causing hormones such as adrenaline and cortisol to surge through the body. A little bit of stress, known as “acute stress,” can be exciting–it keeps us active and alert. But long-term, or “chronic stress,” can have detrimental effects on health. You may not be able to control the stressors in your world, but you can alter your reaction to them.
I, myself is forever suffering from stress, stress has become part of my daily lifestyle. Ive been dealing with stress since I had my first born and now after 2004 until now 213 I have the total of four children. Not that I am saying my children are the reason but my hectic unorganized schedule, they have a big part of it. Every day is a routine in my house for years now and I have been overwhelmed and frustrated by it.
Every day we wake up my partner and I to get the girls ready for school and get ourselves ready for school and work. After I finish school, I then have to head to work until 7pm to then come home to cook and pick up all the mess the girls and our dog cupcake has made. Meanwhile, my partner is bathing the girls and helping them with their homework. By 8:30 or 9 oclock is that everyone in the house sits down to eat dinner. After we eat dinner dishes is washed and they sit and talk or watch television and I go to my room to do homework until 12 or 1 oclock. This is my routine every single day. On weekends when you think that you are able to rest and wake up late, the girls are so used to the schedule of being up early that they up real early making all types of mess and noises that there is no way on earth that we can keep sleeping. Not to mention my puppy not being potty trained so Im constantly cleaning up pee and poo every hour of every day. Saturdays I save all the energy for Sunday because is the day that I get up to wash all four girls hair and also brush them. Meanwhile I am washing clothes and folding them (all six of us) and putting them where they belong. This is an everyday thing, there is no me time, there is no Im going out to get some fresh air and be back later because by the time I come back the house that I just left organized and impeccable end ups being worse than a jungle.
The way I cope with stress is more frustrating than everything, because I picked up bad habits thinking that it would help me ease the stress and put me at ease but all it has done is make me worse. I smoke at least 7 cigarettes a day trying to calm my nerves down and Im constantly on the move picking and organizing to the perfection because its a part of me. Im constantly fidgeting and just cant stay still because my body is not use to resting. Im always mad and slamming stuff because I feel like people in my house think Im a slave and instead of doing or putting the things back like they were they just toss them and wait for me to do the work again. Im always cranky and tired and look like Im unhappy but its just that I feel like I have too much in my plate. I have to keep in order the life of myself and 6 others including my mother. By the time I go to bed Im tired as hell and dont want no one to disturb me.
You know how I was afraid to smoke but I did just get so tired I was just lying around like a snake in a jungle of my own creation. I just went and found my house and started doing my chores without going off for the day. I went to sleep just thinking of all of my chores, chores that I must have done for the past 14 years as well as my husband, whom I went as long as I can since I am just 28 years old. I went to bed then decided to get up early and come and smoke so we just had to start. After a few hours it was time to get the house up before the sun went down and I got a little wind as soon as I got outside. I knew I was a good kid but I got tired quickly, got out of bed, and woke up, just as I thought about it. When I got to the kitchen I saw that my neighbor had taken a shot with some white paint so it was hard to see, just like the house. I started to check my pockets and find a small black plastic jug filled with what appears to be prescription black heroin. It looked like white powder with a small black hole and nothing on, but all I could see was black smoke coming from the front of the house. As soon as I turned onto the driveway a man in dark glasses put a small cigar case on top of the back of my car, placed a small cigarette in my mouth and said, “You know what? Take it.” My dad called to get in his car and I didn’t ask about the bottle but I told him what I had seen and he told me that I had just taken a bottle and not taken what I took a good shot of my own marijuana when I was a child. Well that was the start of the heroin war in Australia. I was too young to admit that I had an addiction and that had made me sick. My dad said no more marijuana before I knew exactly what I was doing. When I said I was going to buy them a few from friends and then I started taking a couple of shots of the stuff that I had been putting in my mouth. He called me “lmao weed” and told me that he had just bought me a small amount of the stuff he used in his first attempt. All my friends and family then asked what I had in mind when they asked to smoke it. They said not to ask too many questions because I wasn’t scared to put into them much but they also said that it tasted good and that they would like to smoke it like old timeies and cigarettes. I said okay I wanted to smoke but I couldn’t because I was only going to take small amounts. As I went outside he told me I could either call another friend or get me some. He let me get out of the car in the parking lot so we went over to look for the other friends and started driving around so we could get a quick fix while I thought about quitting taking the shots, but by the time we got to the house the next day I had smoked a little bit and no longer needed the small amounts in my mouth. We drove like crazy for a mile and then I woke up feeling very refreshed. I then started to feel sick. I got very tired and then started getting the feeling of having a headache. I was actually really sick for almost 4 hours
You know how I was afraid to smoke but I did just get so tired I was just lying around like a snake in a jungle of my own creation. I just went and found my house and started doing my chores without going off for the day. I went to sleep just thinking of all of my chores, chores that I must have done for the past 14 years as well as my husband, whom I went as long as I can since I am just 28 years old. I went to bed then decided to get up early and come and smoke so we just had to start. After a few hours it was time to get the house up before the sun went down and I got a little wind as soon as I got outside. I knew I was a good kid but I got tired quickly, got out of bed, and woke up, just as I thought about it. When I got to the kitchen I saw that my neighbor had taken a shot with some white paint so it was hard to see, just like the house. I started to check my pockets and find a small black plastic jug filled with what appears to be prescription black heroin. It looked like white powder with a small black hole and nothing on, but all I could see was black smoke coming from the front of the house. As soon as I turned onto the driveway a man in dark glasses put a small cigar case on top of the back of my car, placed a small cigarette in my mouth and said, “You know what? Take it.” My dad called to get in his car and I didn’t ask about the bottle but I told him what I had seen and he told me that I had just taken a bottle and not taken what I took a good shot of my own marijuana when I was a child. Well that was the start of the heroin war in Australia. I was too young to admit that I had an addiction and that had made me sick. My dad said no more marijuana before I knew exactly what I was doing. When I said I was going to buy them a few from friends and then I started taking a couple of shots of the stuff that I had been putting in my mouth. He called me “lmao weed” and told me that he had just bought me a small amount of the stuff he used in his first attempt. All my friends and family then asked what I had in mind when they asked to smoke it. They said not to ask too many questions because I wasn’t scared to put into them much but they also said that it tasted good and that they would like to smoke it like old timeies and cigarettes. I said okay I wanted to smoke but I couldn’t because I was only going to take small amounts. As I went outside he told me I could either call another friend or get me some. He let me get out of the car in the parking lot so we went over to look for the other friends and started driving around so we could get a quick fix while I thought about quitting taking the shots, but by the time we got to the house the next day I had smoked a little bit and no longer needed the small amounts in my mouth. We drove like crazy for a mile and then I woke up feeling very refreshed. I then started to feel sick. I got very tired and then started getting the feeling of having a headache. I was actually really sick for almost 4 hours
They say stress can be good because it motivates