I have spoken about my little anxiety monster locked behind a fence, chained and living in its “doghouse.” Depending on when it moves is how high my anxiety is.
What if it’s really protecting me, warning me, but doesn’t know how?
Is the anxiety monster really me – part of me (which I’ve known but haven’t thought of this way) and this fenced in secure place is my “home.” My safe zone.
Need to relook and think.