Today I got up and found the barometric pressure higher than I have ever seen it. I hoped that everything would be okay, but it wasn’t. After working for a couple of hours, I definitely felt a difference in my mood. I can’t really explain it well. I am not in very much pain. It just feels like there’s a ton of pressure on my head slowly crushing it.
I guess the best way to describe it would be to say that my head feels like it is stuck in an industrial trash compactor going in slow motion. The trash compactor would eventually crush my head and make it implode or explode into a million gooey bits of bone, blood, and brain matter. However, it wouldn’t happen for a long time because the trash compactor walls are moving about a millimeter an hour. I can hardly detect the pressure of the walls getting tighter and tighter on my head, but it is there.
It is driving me nuts. I feel anxious and upset and there’s no good reason for it except for this invisible barometric pressure. So, now I have to have faith. That all these feelings I am feeling are due to this ever so slight but growing feeling of pressure on my head. I have to believe that all the feelings and dark thoughts are because my brain is somehow sensitive to the weather. What’s worse is that many doctors would say that I am completely crazy to believe it.
I am taking lots of deep breaths and trying my best to relax. Every time today that I feel like throwing something across the room or yelling in anger as loud as I can, I just try to picture God being with me. I know that this weather system will pass, and the pressure won’t make my head explode. I know that no matter how bad it gets, God will be with me. I know that I just need to hold on to my faith.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
