My comfort zone was people…

My comfort zone was people. People I knew and had grown up with. People who loved me. People who knew me. I couldn’t do a single thing without someone there with me. My anxiety had grown so bad I couldn’t go to the store without having a panic attack if there were too many people. I needed someone to ground me. Until suddenly I had no one. No one to be my rock, my anchor. What was I to do when I lost what kept me stable? I chose to resist. Resist my anxiety holding me back from living my life. Little things became easier. And then I took a trip. A solo trip. To a place I’d never been before. To a region of the USA that was 2,000 miles from my home. I knew absolutely no one. It was horrifyingly wonderful. Better than I could’ve ever imagined. I look to have more solo travels in the future. Whatever might be holding you back, whatever your comfort zone may be, I hope you find the courage to resist its embraces! Walking out of my comfort zone was no easy task, but it was worth it. 💜-Liv

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