How Stoicism Changed My Life
“It is the quality, rather than the quantity, that matters.” — Seneca
Stress, anxiety, depression, PTSD, agoraphobia; these were not just words to me, these were feelings that drowned my everyday life for years.
I worried about worrying. I stressed about stressing. I was anxious because I was worried about having a panic attack when leaving my house.
My quality of life was that of someone in a coma. I was going through the motions of life, but I wasn’t experiencing the sensation of living.
The Beginning of the End
It hadn’t always been this way for me, but after years of domestic abuse at the hands of my first husband, a narcissist, and childhood abuse by my mother, I had been broken down, literally and figuratively.
My body and my mind were so traumatized after enduring so many years of being told I was less than, even years later, being in a healthy relationship and in what should have been a good place in my life, I still struggled to function as a person.
By November 2016, I was in the worst mental shape of my life. My brother, noticing the state of my well-being, introduced me to Stoicism.
