When I’m very stressed out, I show it in specific ways. For example, I can’t work a Sudoku puzzle. I make a lot of arithmetic errors. My sleep habits get wonky.
This is to say, I’ve been diligent about exercising lately, and I wake up on time, without the alarm clock even now, and can still work Sudokus. That’s how I know that even in the face of emotional anguish, nonstop talking about it, and comfort eating, still much of the cancer stress is me processing stuff, rather than me cratering in the face of it.
When I stop being able to wake up on time is when the shit will really have hit the fan.