It's important for me to point out that I have, usually, a sh*tload of stuff going on in my life at any one time. I have computers, music, various excercise (like biking, martial arts, hiking, etc), art, writing, botany, darts, sometimes a girlfriend or two, and lots, and lots, and lots of other hobbies (sorry, ladies, I'm not saying that I treat girls like a hobby, but a fling relationship can be fun and relaxing - as long as its understood both ways I don't see the harm). It seems that if I'm not constantly chewing at these interests, then I WILL get the disorder 24/7 - and have, actually, never completed college due to the disorder (and the severe panic attacks I got alongside it). If I don't give my mind something to chew on, it chews on me - as stupid and goofy as that is to say, it's just damn true.
I believe that the degree of the disorder depends upon a couple of things - the conditions surrounding it biochemically, the stress and anxiety levels I may be having at the moment, and the degree by which I'm currently engaged in the world around me. Any one of those variables come lose, and suddenly I'm a victim again.
I have far from achieved Zen - I really would like to be able to sit and do NOTHING for a day and not feel zoned as a result, but perhaps that's just not something I can expect of myself. A strange fact that not a lot of people probably would guess but, I'm actually divorced which was, mostly, the result of these problems. She didn't understand (and, honestly, I cannot blame her as a "normal person".
Alcohol gives me that Zen effect (relaxation without mental taxation), and I'm constantly watching myself so I don't dip too deeply into it (especially given my past). But Johnny Walker can be quite the good friend now and then.