From anguish to desire

To where our anguish is directed? It seems to imply a waiting, with that character of imprecision and lack of object. We could think that it may appear when facing our deepest fears, the threats from nature, other human beings or our own finitude. But what if the anguish is directed towards a suffering that is also a satisfaction? How can we avoid the compulsion of repetition implied by this jouissance? How can we find the path to our desire, so close and at the same time so forgotten?