At the beginning of September, my anxiety was so bad I couldn’t leave the apartment without feeling like I was going to pass out.
Since then, I’ve left to do laundry, gone grocery shopping at three unfamiliar grocery stores, driven to therapy by myself, driven into St. Paul, gone to a wedding with only a few people I knew, gone to a Bible study with strangers, started exercising, and spent an entire morning on the phone trying to figure out insurance.
The mundane doesn’t seem terrifying anymore. There’s still a tiny knot of anxiousness when I’m about to leave my nest, but I can push past it without feeling exhausted afterwards.
Working on anxiety is much more satisfying than focusing on depression. It’s hard to “practice” depression away, but with anxiety, there are concrete steps I can take and am taking.