"that must hurt"

So here it the thing, I had a thought.
In running it’s all about pushing yourself to new levels and finding that last little bit of “self” to dump into your effort and then when your finished it was worth feeling like your legs were going to fall off and that your lungs and heart would never function quiet the same.

The thought was- when is this mentality a bad thing?
1. When you push through an actual injury, making it worse and have greater loss than gain in the end.
2. When you…? Well read the above. The law of diminishing returns applies to all areas of life.

Lately I have turned into a moody, demanding shrew.
Ah, yes the wedding – that’s a good reason for this stress, right?
Papa dying- that’s a very good reason. I miss him horribly and it hits me at least once a day that he isn’t here any longer, and that my life has changed forever.
Birth Control- ooh, extra hormones will do it every time. That’s another good reason.
Annual Evaluations – fun, fun.
Money- always there for everyone- so maybe not such a good reason.
Family- read above.
Insomnia- well I’ve had that for years so why the big difference now? (and I said Marcus never gave me anything?)
Anxiety- ongoing as well but, but recently “kicked it up a notch”. (another present.)
Roommate issues- eh, everyone has that so, it’s only so, so as a reason.
(She stands too close when talking to me and hugs me EVERY time she walks by, mixed with intermittent crying. She also interrupts my conversations with others by physically inserting herself between us and starting her thought.)
Car- blegh lets not think about that right now, shall we?
Significant Other- well, nothing abnormal, so…
School- ongoing, and ongoing and ongoing. Enough said.
Church- many mixed feelings – lots of twitching while there – headaches abound from children being children- occasional crying if I underestimate my stress level in an effort to “push just a bit further”. Being reprimanded by my stake president because he found out I pay tithing wherever I happen to be that Sunday (some sort of drivel about records, being correct and how horrible it is if they aren’t although I still don’t see the big deal because they have never been correct even if I pay in my ward and it all goes to the same piggy bank in the sky, right?)
Going into a meeting with the stake president that my bishop told me was necessary and finding out that he has no idea what he is talking about.

Two weeks ago my twitchy behavior having started a “discussion” with Jason that left us both feeling like crap, prompted my future mother in law to call me up and ask me out to lunch. Something she has never done before. Oh, good a “lesson conversation” flash back to the Mauss’s. It was actually a very nice lunch where she expressed concern on how different I had become in the last 6 weeks and really just checking to make sure I was Ok. She also suggested I share some of the attention I was demanding with Jason.
So I went to the Dr. and got a prescription of a light antidepressant to get be over my “situational stress”. I personally don’t think they work. I feel sedated and sleepy, so now I still feel just as annoyed by every little thing I just don’t follow through with expressing it and tired and cranky at the same time.
Although as a testament to how shrewish I had become, even this apparently was an improvement and Jason has encouraged me to continue with the prescription at least through the month. Given how he hates medication of all kinds, it tells me something. So I am following through.

Ah, yes back to my thought.
So since I know that this is situational stress – wouldn’t it make sense to cut some of the stress out? Or just live with some of it until after Oct. when it will be finished? Or cut it out now and avoid the leg burning and lung and heart stopping stress. Of course cutting certain areas out will only cause more stress because people want things to go a certain way (this includes me).