The Stress Monster

Lately the word stress has been comming out of my mouth about 99 times a day, each and every single day. I know this may sound a bit crazy, but as much as I hate stress, I actually love it just as much.
I hate the fact that it ruins my sleeping paterns, eating schedules, diets, and portions, and how it causes me many migraines, much anger, and tears. I hate how it causes me frustration, pushes me to do physical work with my body, and mental work with my mind to attempt to keep my emotions in line, but I guess what I really like about the stress is how it reminds me that despite all the hardships that it showers upon my life, nothing goes in vein for all the work I put into is actually getting me somewhere. I'm doing the work and getting extremely tired from it, but I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know that God won't let my work go unoticed. He gives me all these tasks and obstacles to work through, which causes the stress, but in the end I do know that because I am putting effort into what I do and hella stressing over it, I'm getting my ish done.
Therefore, I guess you can say that the Stress Monster and I kinda have some love-hate relationship going on.