Recently, in my little funk, I’ve been practicing a lot of avoidance behavior. This means going days without talking to everyone I don’t live with, and a side effect for that is thinking people are mad at me.
I’m talking about believing everyone is actively hating me — from the butcher at the grocery to my best friend from high school.
Other than work through these ridiculous viewpoints with my therapist, it’s up to me to not let these thoughts bring me to my knees.
I’m creating more, I’m journaling more, I’m exercising more and I’m trying correct these thoughts with sane ones.