This year has taught me that I can live with more uncertainty than I thought I could handle. My anxiety has always been exacerbated by ambiguity. Now though, I find myself less concerned about all of the things for which I have no immediate answers. It’s strange for me, because I am so used to worrying all the time about everything.
When I first started contemplating why I felt this way, I wondered if it was the depression. It causes me to lose interest in all other aspects of my life, why not the things about which I am anxious as well? However, that didn’t seem to be it.
Instead, I recognize it as another indication of my growth through therapy. I have more resilience and capacity for self-regulation in the face of uncertainty. That’s a win.
Seriously, Jerk Brain? 