Hello, Stress! We Live Here, Too

What's inside? Thanks for asking! I'm happy to say:

Letters in their voices, telling stories their own way.

They've been here through it all, just biding their time,

Waiting for Stress-the villain!-to pay for its crimes.

It's been them all along through pulse races and tears,

Simply trying to function, and with all broken gears.

And who causes this pain, all this heartache and stink?

That makes hopers un-hope, and thinkers un-think?

Why yes, you guessed it! It's been Stress all along,

Always making Master worry that something is wrong.

There's no judgment, we promise-it's all meant to be fun,

But we are: OVER IT, beyond finished, and 'done.'

Heavy themes that we carry through romance and careers,

Might keep eyebrows raised, or rattle tender ears.

Organs say what they want, and they're not always kind.

They are angry, and real-not best for young minds.

But, wait! That's not all! There's still so much to say

A surprise at the end before you go on your way.

There's no spoilers, we promise-just a sunny point of view,

To make your darkest days brighter, and your bluest skies blue.

So join us, if you'd like! There's no pressure or fear.

Can't decide? Also fine! (We're just happy you're here!)