This is what I often did before going to a party. Sometimes before, sometimes after driving more than 90km to get there

Not me. I make the effort to get out of bad, go to the couch, sit on it, and dissociate there instead.

I’m doing it right now. Sitting in the car outside the place I need to go in.

Gaaaahhhh.

This is the freeze response. It’s a fear thing.

To some people this may be obvious, but for decades I had no idea that my “laziness” was an expression of anxiety.

Obviously it’s not easy to resolve anxiety, but at least understanding what was happening helped me move toward more consistent freedom of engagement with life.