Anxiety and stress still affect me, but not as strongly as before.
I had a nightmare last night, and woke up in a panic.
But after thinking about it, I was able to diagnose what had been worrying me. It’s easier to feel at peace in the daylight and realize that the dream was just a side effect of some small worries. I think it’s also calming to recognize that this happens to everyone, and it’s quite natural.
In the past, I would’ve scared myself more by saying “this horrible dream was caused by my terrible Anxiety. My stress is so bad I get plagued by nightmares.”
In that kind of situation, I’m playing the victim and further enabling my Anxious behavior.
I’ve learned better since then.
I also don’t let my Anxiety get in the way of my eating habits anymore.
Last night, I came home stressed out. I didn’t feel like eating. I opened the refrigerator door just to close it again. I spent some time on the computer. I then returned to the refrigerator, warmed up some leftovers and ate them.
Before I would’ve just ignored my stomach and stomped off to bed.
For whatever reason, I used to feel some kind of satisfaction in punishing myself in that way. I’m not sure why. It’s like I enjoyed suffering.
I’m glad to say that I’m much better now.
Readers, have you ever had a point where you realized your perspectives and/or behaviors had changed? Was it for the better or the worse?