Fight or Flight

Fight or Flight. It's really what anxiety in general is about. And every time I encounter such a situation, I choose flight. Without fail.
I'm finally really beginning to notice this pattern. Mostly because it's getting worse. For as long as I can remember, my coping mechanism has been avoidance. But there was a time when avoidance meant walking away and immersing myself in something productive. Lately, it's completely shutting down. The only way I can mange to cope through avoidance is to play computer games for hours on end or sleep for long periods of time. Which probably has something to do with the fact that I'm so behind on homework... Because today when I had the chance to be productive, I had encountered an anxiety-producing situation, and I shut down.
And, by the way, I don't sleep until I hit a point of exhaustion. Which, due to Christmas Concerts, has meant taking multiple hour-plus naps each day the last two days. But when it's 1am, I feel no desire to sleep. No desire to be productive. I just shut down.
And part of the problem is, I don't even fully desire to stop the habit. It feels better to shut down. To ignore that the world still goes on around me. I'd rather just run away. Close up into myself and let the world go on around me. Because it feels better. Period.