Avoidance

Avoidance gets a bad rap. I like it. It saves me from getting into all sorts of situations I wouldn't be happy in. I’ve been anxious too. That was worse. At least avoidance feels familiar. Anxiety took me places where I didn’t know myself or like who I became. Intolerable vulnerability, obsessive rumination, mitigated ineffectively by attempts at control. Discernment plays a part. Give me avoidance any day; it's less ruinous.