That title is a bit misleading.

I know how I got here. Initially I let anxiety get the best of me. Then I let panic get the best of me. Then I let agoraphobia get the best of me.

I still make excuses. “One day” I tell myself. It let’s me pound my chest. The facade. I trick myself. “Tomorrow I’ll start”, I’ll say like an overweight dreamer that really doesn’t want to go on that diet.

But I am the one. I’m the one that let it change my life so dramatically that the effort it’ll take to dig out of the hole so cavernous is reason to just. give. up. So I ask myself tonight, who do I want to be starting now. Fuck. I can’t change the past. I think it’s easy to feel sorry for yourself when things go bad. Time to make a plan and stick to it.

Join me?

Avoidance Junkie