Interesting. Feeling trapped is scary and uncomfortable. Helplessness is one of the themes of my life though. I've been helpless and overwhelmed and hopeless and stuck so much. T has been trying to get me to stop doing the helpless thing. I take it to extremes, and I don't even see it. Like, once I arrived for therapy, and the front door was locked, and it was early spring and pretty cold outside, but I just sat down on the front porch and sat there until T came looking for me. I was afraid to bother her by knocking, ringing the doorbell, or calling her with my cell phone. I could have sat in my car, since I generally don't like being cold, but I told her I was fine sitting on the porch steps (I wasn't uncomfortable). She pointed out that I was acting helpless, and it was part of my pattern.