My father couldn’t handle stress as well. Whenever I sensed a threat my body became extremely nervous and my chest was about to explode. I thought that if I try to manage this nothing bad would happen in the long run, just happiness and success. Just endure it and learn from the situation was my motto. I became trapped in situation that ate me off, but were necessary to reach my goals. Pretty ironic that nothing is left of my former life. Should have listened to my body more. There will always be guiltthats the thing and its not anybody's fault.
Stress is somehow an exacerbation, not the cause. I was already pretty ME ridden when my horrific stressors pilled on.
We cannot forget that in the past, we lived near animals, in smokey environments, swilled ale.
Now we live in the Better Living Through Chemistry world, and it failed us. So that is lists of stressors on top of basic ones (my grandparents hid the children in the potato cellar). (Invaders coming down the chimney). Thats stressful, isn't it? (for all parties).