I spent a year barely leaving my house. It wasn't because I was lazy or lacked 'discipline.' It was because my nervous system finally broke.
For years, I told myself I was just a 'high-achiever' who liked to move fast. I had this constant voice in my head:
- Hurry up
- Fix the problem
- Prep for next week
- Don’t you dare stop
I thought it was urgency. Looking back, it was just pure anxiety in a suit. My body eventually stopped feeling safe. The world felt too loud, too fast, and too much. So I stayed inside. I didn't 'fix' it by reading a mindset book or 'powering through.' I fixed it by doing the smallest, most boring things imaginable.
I’d sit in my car for five minutes in the driveway. No music. No phone. Just sitting.
I'd walk to the mailbox and back.
I'd sit on the porch for three minutes.
I had to prove to my brain that nothing bad was going to happen if I slowed down for a second. Healing didn't look like a massive comeback. It looked like tiny moments of safety repeated over and over until my brain finally believed me when I said, "You're okay right now."
If you feel like you're constantly 'behind' even when you're working 12 hours a day... that's a red flag. It might not be your work ethic. It might be your nervous system screaming for a break.
Can anyone else relate to that constant, frantic 'need to move' feeling? What does it feel like for you?