…I set off for the river at a run. When I reached it, some of my tension had already abated. “adrenaline poisoning, ” one of my doctors had called these surges of anxiety that had troubled me since childhood. The doctor explained that, for reasons they could not understand, my body seemed to think it was in a constant state of danger. One of the specialists my aunt consulted explained earnestly that it was a biochemical leftover from the hunter-gather days in us. I’d be all right so long as I rid my blood stream of the adrenaline load by running, just as a frightened ibex would run from a lion. Since then I have I tried medication and meditation, but nothing was better for keeping panic at bay than physical activity. -Deborah Harkness
Just returning from my first barefoot run of the season, I am reminded of the healing power of nature and the mind-clearing phenomenon that occurs with every unshod step.
Adrenaline poisoning is a disease triggered by stress.
Stress makes me
miserable and moody toxic.
I can search salvation with a hand full of salt & vinegar chips, but the endorphins are never found at the bottom of the bag.
The cure for adrenaline poisoning is at the bottom of my soul.