We keep thinking it would be easier if we understood what it is that freaks us so much outside the house. The first time we (it was I back then) battled with anxiety we had a very specific trigger incident that meant we knew what we were scared of. This time, there is nothing.
We are also remembering that it isn’t that long ago we were constantly anxious, even at home, and that this has now lessened although we have no idea why. Nothing is different, nothing has changed.
A big part of everything we do is about understanding. We don’t like not understanding things, and will ask ‘why’ until we do. But maybe there is no understanding to be had here? It seems everyone in our system has a suggestion as to what the cause of the anxiety might be, but nobody has an answer.
Not understanding. That’s a new concept for us.