I am one of those nervous nelly types who reacts physically to mental upsets. I get a sore throat and diarrhea if my boyfriend and I have an argument. Once I even threw up. The consequence is that I have many activities to help with mental harmony. I have a special grounding meditation. I like massage and acupuncture. Exercise helps. So does listening to the right music. Writing is a near cure-all for mental imbalance (isn’t that a nice way to describe being somewhat high strung?).
The thing that is rather a paradox is that when I’m all in mental order, I am one of the most laid back, relaxed people I know. I remind myself of a Thoroughbred horse. When they are happy, they are some of the mellowist, brightest, most easygoing creatures on earth. But get them in a dither and watch out. Actually, I am feeling great kinship right at the moment with these, my favorite breed of the horse world. I have had a few Thoroughbreds who got diarrhea when they were upset. Maybe I’m not so weird after all. Or maybe I should just have been born a horse.
I just grind my teeth until the feeling goes away. I think I was a hamster in a previous life.
I’m an old country doctor. I spent my life as a plow horse, or maybe a pack mule.