Do you ever feel like you're being held hostage by someone or something?

Only metaphorically, and I try to be aware of that thought pattern and get out of it.

Interesting Q, as I used that very term this morning (in a light kinda way) when discussing my neighbor’s dog and their lack of ability or know-how to control him, coupled with the fact Mr Neighbor is one of those large, fairly ignorant, white men that thinks he knows everything because of his physicality.
My diplomatic skills are somewhat limited, this may be a strain for a long time.

Only by fate. In times past, and days of foolish optimism, I imagined myself a hostage to destiny.

Yes. My mind is the hostage taker, and it’s quite cruel. There’s no escape (well, technically there is), and it’s torturing me.

I felt in prison when I was dealing with chronic pain for many years. I felt like my liberty was taken from and I felt I was robbed of being my true self.

Would I use the word hostage? I guess it could fit also.

Actually, maybe, I feel held hostage right now by my circumstance. The thing is I can change the circumstance I am in, so in a way I have some control, I’m just reluctant to deal with my options. My husband took a job in Nashville and for the first time I don’t want to make the move. His decisions the last several years have felt like I’m being held hostage, but the thing is, I’m not really hostage, it’s how I’m framing it in my mind.

GQ.

Yes.

Yes. I carry the medical benefits for my husband and I through my work. I like what I do, but would prefer to do it part-time. We can afford to have me work part-time, but then we would have to buy insurance, which is too expensive. (My husband is successfully self-employed, and finally not constantly stressed to a breaking point.) Universal healthcare would be a way to lift this burden. Because he is five years younger than I am, I will need to work until I am 72. The idea of working full time for another 15 years makes me feel a bit like a hostage.

Yes but I can’t say who or for what or they might not let me out. (Only partially a joke.)

Absolutely though it’s me not him. I was diagnosed a few years ago with a disease that is effecting my brain. To have my husband as a “payee” is humiliating to me. I worked for CPS 30 years before this disease; now I cannot handle money. period.

I often feel like I am being held hostage by my brain chemistry.