malakaix
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I've noticed a pattern to my lifestyle that is strongly centered around my discomfort with anxiety; i allow myself to fall into comfortable routines where i know what to expect and when so that i can avoid the paralytic anxiety that seems to overwhelm me in situations where (heaven forbid) i need to make a change in my life. So this then brings on the depression of feeling stuck in a rut with the desire for change and spontaneity and just as im about to make a change to my internal routine.. anxiety is there waiting to remind me why i established this routine to begin with, so i bounce back an fourth between the two.
In my experience it's the suspense of anticipation that paralyzes me with anxiety, and the more i avoid it the worse it seems to become. Last year when i was traveling with family.. i was always 'on-the-move' and never stayed in once place for longer then a week, i was absolutely immersed within everything.. which gave me no time to anticipate how the next moment was going to be played out, i simply had no time to think about it.. for a short time, i was completely free of all anxiety because i was caught up in the midst of all of it.
Now that im back home again, i spend more time inside because i have less to do.. i slowly become comfortable with routine, with this comfort it becomes more difficult to motivate myself so my desire to be active and social fades; after a long enough period of time.. simply going down to the shops can be severely overwhelming with the prospect of interacting and conversing with people, and with acknowledging this.. only serves to exacerbate any previous depression about my situation.
I fear comfort more then death, because if im comfortable.. i may aswell be dead.
In my experience it's the suspense of anticipation that paralyzes me with anxiety, and the more i avoid it the worse it seems to become. Last year when i was traveling with family.. i was always 'on-the-move' and never stayed in once place for longer then a week, i was absolutely immersed within everything.. which gave me no time to anticipate how the next moment was going to be played out, i simply had no time to think about it.. for a short time, i was completely free of all anxiety because i was caught up in the midst of all of it.
Now that im back home again, i spend more time inside because i have less to do.. i slowly become comfortable with routine, with this comfort it becomes more difficult to motivate myself so my desire to be active and social fades; after a long enough period of time.. simply going down to the shops can be severely overwhelming with the prospect of interacting and conversing with people, and with acknowledging this.. only serves to exacerbate any previous depression about my situation.
I fear comfort more then death, because if im comfortable.. i may aswell be dead.