Honestly, I get the whole "I can't afford to deal with this right now" thing. I thought I was so clever just shoving everything into a mental box and locking it tight. For a while, it works—you get that fake sense of relief. But let me tell you, those feelings don't just pack up and leave. They demand rent and then some.
Last week was brutal. I felt like I was drowning in this crippling pain with no way out, literally trapped while a constant undercurrent of "the thing" everything circled around just sat there, wanting my full attention. Sounds exhausting? Yup. Surprise! Ignoring it just made it bigger until it was all I could feel, which pretty much ruins all the "peace."