My Car was Stolen

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While being victimized by a car thief when the car is fully insured is not a financial tragedy, it is disconcerting for my anxious persona when it is my car.  My car has always been a safe place for me to go.  My anxiety is always comforted by the idea that I can just take off.  Once when I was particularly anxious about medical test results and feeling like my coping skills were at the end of my rope, I got in the car with my dog and drove about 30 miles away and stayed in a motel for the night.  That change of place somehow calmed me, and I felt safer.  Having the option of just taking off like that is not necessarily about anything in particular, but it is a way to move around the pieces on the chess board when, for whatever reason, my anxiety is off the charts.

Out-of-control anxiety is more discomforting than anything I have ever felt.

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