Basements freak me out because of some old bad memories. And our laundry room is in the basement. Some days, like yesterday, when it was gray and cold, and nobody else was around the house, I just could not get myself to go down there. And I knew it was important not to push myself. So I waited.
Today the sun is out, and one of my neighbors is home, so I was able to coax myself to go, because with those changes, it feels safer. Sometimes, I just have to pick the time I can work with. Still felt some anxiety, but kept reminding, "See? It's different today."
Noteworthy change - I did not try to guilt myself into going yesterday. It was OK to wait. I listened to how I felt, and I adapted. I can make things different and better for myself, now. And it's OK to choose a way, and a day, that works better for me. Those choices are part of taking care of myself.
A little bit more daylight makes all the difference.