The emotional roller coaster

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I don't know about anyone else, but the past three, four days, and what I'm sure will continue through next week, I have been so on edge, almost manic-depressive. It's like a whole lotta emotions bubbling just under the surface, and if someone says something wrong, it's a cascade of tears, or if someone makes a joke, it's the funniest thing I've ever heard.

It's an eerie feeling. It's the culmination, one way or the other, of what we have fought for for nearly four full years or even more for some people, and regardless of what the outcome is, our adrenaline surge is coming to its final peak, where, one way or another, it will fall abruptly.

I'm trying very hard to describe it, but it's difficult. I've laughed and cried over the smallest things this past weekend, and thisweek so far has been filled with those small incidents. We've come this far--we've fought battles many of us never knew we would fight, we've battled demons that stronger men have failed to destroy, and we've stuck to our principles, even when it looked bleak.

I don't know what the outcome is going to be. I think that has heightened the sense of anticipation, because if we win, our minds will likely go blank for awhile, with those demons chastened until the initial emotional impact is over. If we lose, we will be faced with the promise of second-thoughts--where did we go wrong? How could this happen? Did it really end this way?

I must admit part of this is fear. The fear of the unknown, the complete need to either go on with this mission we have started, or to try and shake it off and start anew, fills me with a certain amount of dread.

Am I alone? Or have others experienced this bewildering gamut of emotional upheaval? It's something I find very unsettling, and my only thought lately has been that I want this to be so damned over.

[wanpete]

1. I feel you and I too look for all of this to be over soon with a big KE

win!

[skygazer]

2. Are you kidding?

Between the election and the Red Sox in the World Series, my nerves are such a mess, I feel like a handful of Valiums and a shot of Everclear would only make me more jumpy. What I need is a morphine drip - maybe that would make my leg stop jumping and my pulse stop racing.

Whoops, gotta go. Baseball's coming up!