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I’m addicted to worry. Not long ago, I wrote a Huffington Post post, Worry Less: 10 Lessons From Cognitive Therapy, in which I advised, “Be aware that rumination and obsession are like drugs, in a bad way. They activate the pleasure center of the brain, so the more you obsess, the more you are drawn to obsess. It’s an addiction. If you think about it that way, it can help you realize what’s happening and put the brakes on some of that worry.”
So each time my mind flashes on one of my favorite things to worry about, I’m feeding the addiction and it makes me want more.
Who knew it was such a pleasure to worry?
How do you measure up in the addicted to worry category?