How I Became Fearless
In June of 2013 my mounting anxieties, coupled with the onset of severe panic attacks, got to the point where I became uncomfortable leaving my house. Since then I have been on a journey to unravel the mystery of agoraphobia, and me. In many ways, I am now more content than ever. Certainly that was not true a few years ago; I was mortified and embarrassed by what was happening to me.
Not to be all preachy, but let me put it this way – we all have our stuff - some worse than others. I could feel sorry for myself, and make excuses for why things are not the way I want them to be; I could be miserable. Those are options. I decided that was not how I was going to handle agoraphobia. It isn’t necessarily easy being agoraphobic, but it isn’t that bad, either. As Randy Pausch said in his Last Lecture, do you want to be a Tigger or an Eeyore? Your choice.