The Best Way to Convey Safety to the Brain
At one point, I was doing everything “right.”
I had no job, no responsibilities, no deadlines. I’d moved back into my childhood home – meals taken care of, bills off my plate, no pressure to perform. I was surrounded by comfort, familiarity, and support. On paper, it was the most stress-free environment I’d ever had.
And yet… I was getting worse. Not just mentally – physically.
Panic attacks that came out of nowhere. Chest tightness. Brain fog. Insomnia. Intrusive thoughts that convinced me something had to be medically wrong. I was taking Klonopin just to take the edge off, and still I was…
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