The first thing I had to do after admitting that I had anxiety was to decide to actually do something towards being less anxious.
Well, I say the “first” thing. But this decision actually took me several years.
In fairness, I was busy! You can’t just drop everything and go ‘deal with anxiety’, can you?
Plus, if I left it alone maybe it would just get better? Maybe if I started messing with it, it would only get worse… Not to mention that it sounds difficult and unpleasant. Let’s just forget it and watch a film, or something. Please?
These – plus many other excuses – kept me from action for a long, long time. It wasn’t until everything became completely intolerable that I finally chose to do whatever it took to stop being anxious.
But to make that decision I had to believe I could be less anxious.