Life is about the choices you make. I never get that. That is a wrong use of a word, when a better one is available. Life is about the decisions you make, on the choices that you are presented with.
You are at the crossroads, go right, left or just wait for someone to make the decision for you. These are the choices. Choices confuse you. They force you to think. And decide. Decisions inherently put you on the spot. It is your game then, your chin that may take the uppercut or your shoulder that might get a satisfying pat. Decisions is what depression, anxiety is all about. Getting them right is what happiness and a life fulfilled is all about.
And do not make this philosophical please, remember, philosophy is for people with armchairs made of oak wood that creaks. Yes, oak that creaks.