I don't know about you, but when someone tells me that my blood pressure is up, my blood pressure gets higher. I have been fighting with my demons since, experiencing a tide of mental malaise. I think that what got me was that I thought I was doing better. My blood pressure has been on a steady decline for the past two years. This sudden spike was unexpected and thus a bit more frustrating.
Part of my problem is that I want to give blood, and I don't get to do it often. I feel betrayed by my own body. And I have to wonder what higher purpose this serves. This is also where I struggle: allowing God to run the things I cannot control. Perhaps if I did, my blood pressure would have been low enough to give blood today.