My Kryptonite

My life is filled with worry, stress, and tinged with grief of late. People I love are sick, friends are sick, deadlines loom, I'm overtired because of insomnia (been up since 1:00 a.m. and it's now 6:20 p.m. Do the math). It's life. I have been in a roughly ten-day cycle of extreme pressure and anxiety. And thus . . . it is my Kryptonite.

I can write through exhaustion.

I can write through illness. Hell, been doing that for years.

I can write through anger.

I can write through a move several states away with my life in boxes.

I can write in a hotel room all alone.

I can write with six or seven kids running through my house.

I can even write while nursing a baby.

But I cannot write through anxiety. It is my Kryptonite. It is what shuts me down.

It is what it is. I am on a nine-day prayer vigil undertaken for people with cancer in my life and for my baby and other things that are troubling me. The prayer vigil is helping to conquer anxiety because I feel like I am DOING something. But I am still not at 100%.

So . . . blog friends . . . whether you are writers, or readers . . . doesn't matter. What is your Kryptonite?