Dear Stress,

We have our differences. Some days, you drive me to near death. Others, you give me the adrenaline I need to continue.

So, first, fuck you.

I hate you. I hate the fact that I've had so many opportunities lost. Gotta finish that paper, gotta keep going. Gotta work until I cannot work anymore. I've fallen asleep during bouts of hysteria caused by school work. I've fallen asleep DURING schoolwork, and I'm an insomniac. Something tells me that shouldn't happen. My body doesn't work like that. I'm missed out on social events and opportunities with friends because I put so much on myself. Why do I put so much on myself? Because of you! I worry about my future.

But I'd also like to thank you.

Thank you for pushing me to the point that no one else would dare to. Thank you for making me push to the top and to be the very best. But that's all I can thank you for.

I cannot thank you for anything else. Mostly, you're awful. You hurt.

You stab me when I'm already on the ground. Sometimes you push me too much.

While we've had better days, they don't counter the bad ones.

Stress, we need to break up. We cannot do this anymore. I cannot do this anymore.

It's for the best. I'm sure you'll visit me. I'm sure it will be often. But I'm letting go.

Sincerely,

Lois