Write about your reaction to a crisis you experienced or encountered.
Up until about 4 years ago, I used to be the "take charge" person in every crisis, methodically working through the problems. Only after the crisis was over and everything was going back to normal did I allow myself to fall to pieces.
But since the death of my sister, the "take chargedness" has left me. Now I have a tendency to fall apart at the first little hint of trouble. And when things really get bad, I'll melt down and have to go to sleep. For some reason, sleep protects me from having to deal with situations or problems that cause me great stress.
I'm trying to work through this inner "crisis," but relief still feels like it is so far away.