One of the nice things about my recent stress attacks is that it's helping me remember to prioritize things better - and not try to do everything.
Normally I make every effort to attend events I dread out of a sense of guilt and then wonder why I spend the entire event on edge. And then spend the next three days feeling guilty that I wasn't more pleasant.
Now I'm declining sweetly and spending my limited free time doing what I want to do. I may feel guilty about not going but at least I'm not feeling guilty AND sabotaging my Saturdays.
And, shockingly enough, most people don't care so much that I've declined their event that it's even worth feeling guilty about.
I know, I find it hard to believe too.