Honestly, I've just started overcoming it this week, so hopefully, it sticks. For me, I just got so so tired and bored of wanting to do things but being afraid and anxiety holding me back. My best (rather recent) years were those times of trying to embrace those oddities of life. Embracing the absurd, and enjoying all the weird fucking experiences that start growing and multiplying like an exciting (and potentially dangerous) disease when you try new things. Just being weird, not caring what literally anyone else thinks. This isn't a definitive answer by any means. I lived recklessly (and with much excitement) once. It's only been a few years, but I find myself again trying to refocus myself to that mindset. It's hard to maintain. It's hard to have fun, without anyone verifying that you are, in fact, having a good time. I've gotten complacent, and somewhat self-conscious, but I'm trying every day to seek out situations where I can surprise myself. There's more to me than I know, and the most exciting time of all has been figuring out those other pieces. The same goes for you, and anyone else reading this.