This weekend my wife gave me an illustration for anxiety and worry. She had been worrying about one of our children. She said that this worry is like being stuck in a revolving door. She kept going around and around and couldn’t stop the thought pattern.
Later, she said that I had said something that was like sticking my foot in the door so it would stop spinning and let her out. That’s nice because she’s probably used to me just spinning the door a little faster.
Do you ever get stuck in the revolving door of anxiety or depression? Who gets you out?