This year, I’ve really not known where the edges of comfort zone are. Or rather, my comfort zone has expanded and contracted with the progress and setbacks of my recovery. For much of the year, my thoughts and feelings have been in flux, so that one day I might be totally okay with something, but the next day I might find that same thing to be incredibly anxiety-inducing.
However, it’s been good for me to gently nudge myself toward edges of whatever size comfort zone I might currently be in. For example, every time one of my supporters has encouraged me to do something I’ve not felt wholly ready for, I’ve still done it. I might have done it hesitantly, and broken it down into tiny steps, but I’ve done it. And most importantly: it’s been okay. The sky hasn’t fallen in.
I’ve collected quite a few mantras this year; one of my favourites is: ACTION CONQUERS FEAR. It’s true, at least for me. By facing my fears (with the support of my family, friends and care providers, I hasten to add) I’ve been able to overcome those fears and move on. There are still a couple of things that I’m avoiding because they make me anxious, but they’re not effecting my everyday life, so I’ll face them when I need to.
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