Depression and anxiety have a narrowing effect upon my life, even when I am doing as well as I *feel* that I am doing presently. My day to day routines are substantially under control and satisfying, yet I find it difficult to break into new endeavors, risks. There is a place of safety now that I enjoy, and that is of itself a particular accomplishment from where I have been. Is it dissatisfaction or worry that is keeping me in the straits of where I act now, or is it the mental illness that I so worry about coming into full powers again that prevent me, nay, prompt me ever, to keep from rocking the boat?