As a kid I was never scared of the dark, if on a night walk I'd be one of the lovely ones who would walk ahead in order to jump out and frightens the others. Ever since my breakdown night can provoke in me everything from terror to mildly scared, which is why this week I've been really pleased with myself as I've managed to go downstairs several times in the middle of the next night. Like all fears/anxieties the more you face them the easier it becomes. It probably doesn't help that there are a lot of strange noises outside due to people coming home from pubs and clubs late at night, along with random car alarms and bangs on the front door. This anxiety isn't helped by the fact that due to insomnia I am often awake at night. So to have managed to go downstairs three times this week is an improvement.
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