My SAD is getting a bit better the past couple weeks. I think, despite the inherent frustrations involved, going to cons for the past 2 weekends has helped. Human interaction, even when it feels like the last thing I want and I have to force myself (usually unsuccessfully, but lately fairly successfully) to go do it, usually does help.
Anxiety levels are still pretty high.
I have also come to some odd conclusions about my life. I don’t know where they will lead. I don’t yet even know if they make sense. I need to discuss them first, but I don’t want to have that conversation. I do know something needs to change or I’ll go crazy.
Sounds like you’ve got a handle on it, it’s just a matter of doing it.
Tyler and I used to jump off cliffs at the Niagra escarpment. I found the higher it got, the more I’d want to chicken out. The answer was always to remind myself:
“You’re going to do it eventually anyway, so there’s no sense standing here looking like a chicken”.
Then I’d jump. Now I apply that philosophy across life, and I haven’t died yet.