Life is counter-intuitive if your source of intuition is your mind
Most of what you call intuition, isn't. It is, in fact, reaction. Mostly it is the reaction of your reptilian brain.
The reptilian brain seems to have retained the memories and learned behaviors of our reptilian ancestors, as if it had been us, personally gone through the experiences of a reptile.
Hold your breath when there is danger. Make yourself unnoticeable and blend into your environment unless you are ready for a confrontation, attack first ask questions later... these are all from the reptilian brain.
Depression, schizophrenia, maybe even ADD are reptilian brain reactions. And no, I am not a psychiatrist, but I do observe people, and I look deeper than most psychiatrist: I didn't learn this, I distinguished this. This is Tree of Life knowledge, not dead.
When life looks unmanageable, we play possum. We shrink, we start to breathe shallowly, we withdraw from life. We narrow our cone of vision as well. All intuitive (reptilian brain!) and counter-productive. They make sens (to your mind, that is!) and you come down with a serious case of procrastination or depression. Maybe even schizophrenia. Or ADD/ADHD... all get you off the hook, get you out of the way, and the reptilian part of you is successful, but you, the human, is not. You are suffering. You are living in the gap of your reduced self and your potential self: a place with a lot of tension.
A little known Korean movie, Castaway on The Moon. I have read a few reviews, just now, and, as usual, everyone saw a different movie. Lol. (What you see is the difference between ordinary consciousness and heightened consciousness, by the way, what people see...)
In the movie I saw there were two characters: one depressed, the other schizophrenic.
The story of the movie, briefly: a young guy, through his ineptitude, gets himself into serious dept. He attempts a suicide but even fails at that: he ends up on a no-man's land under a city bridge. He sets out to live the life of a shipwrecked person. He slowly gets into shape, he grows corn, makes his own noodles.
A young girl living across the river in a high-rise apartment, watches our castaway through her Nikon 400mm lens. She is the schizophrenic, living as a castaway on the moon, totally bonkers.
She establishes contact with him, gets pulled out of her isolation, and in an amazing tour-de-force she runs through the town in daylight to meet the castaway boy who is banished from the island and forced back to society.
Every time I think of this movie, I weep. I weep for the girl. I weep for her victory over isolation, over her fears, over her madness that with another odd-ball she manages to pull herself out of the place she escaped, the tiny place her reptilian brain sent her to.
Why am I sharing this story with you? Because you, most of you, painted yourself into some corner of life, thinking that that is the life you are allowed to live, that is your safe life, and now you don't know how to get out of it.
We all hope, like Chinchilla from The Book of the Jungle (Kipling) that some incident will give us a sudden rush of courage, and we'll be able to change our life. But it works the other way around. You create an act of courage, and the changes follow.
But your reptilian brain says that you can't. Prove that old brain of yours wrong. Do something. One step at a time. Get outside of your comfort zone a little bit at a time, until you'll be out of it, all of you, like the girl in the movie.