I frequently refer to anxiety as one of those gifts that keeps on giving. So, how in the world can I, an individual who claims to be grounded in reality, refer to a potentially debilitating condition as, a gift? Trust me, there were many years when I allowed myself to be held captive by the habitual ebb and flow of my anxious mind. It wasn’t until I made a conscious decision to make friends with anxiety that I began to see the benefits of a condition that had previously left me housebound. I like to think of it as an arrangement, where both parties agree to disagree but peacefully coexist. That’s the current state of affairs in my headspace, and so far, the new mindset is serving me well. Allow me to explain.
I’ve made no secret about the fact that anxiety, panic attacks, and agoraphobia have long been active components of my life. Mental illness has a tendency of just showing up, and regardless of your plans, it takes the wheel. No invitation is required because that isn’t how these little buggers operate. It’s easy to feel blindsided as you are abruptly tossed from the driver’s seat only to become a passenger on an unsolicited ride. Shitty? Absolutely. However, with a slight adjustment in perspective, I’ve learned to harness the seemingly unbridled energy of anxiety to better suit my needs. Game on. [Read more…]