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I Couldn't Do It

I just couldn't step one foot outside my door. I have to shop. I have to throw out garbage. I need to pick up mail just downstairs.

And I can't put one foot outside my door.


This is not a good day.


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May. 24th, 2006 07:02 pm (UTC)
Do you have agoraphobia? I do. Sometimes it's hard to even leave my bedroom.

If you do I feel for you and understand how difficult it can be.
May. 24th, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
*nods* Yeah, I do. And it seems to be getting worse. Or it comes in waves.

Waiting for social services to come through and get me a much needed shrink and anxiety meds. Thanks for your kind words.
May. 25th, 2006 02:22 am (UTC)
Been their myself. Fortunely know I work at home, and since then and since I have gotten on lexapro I have done a lot better. Good luck spikes_heart.
May. 25th, 2006 02:53 am (UTC)
Work at home - magic words. Been taking Effexor, probably not enough - s'what I need the shrink for. Thanks for your kind words, love.
May. 25th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
Your welcome, i have social anxiety so I know how it goes. I contacted my local department of job rehabiliations, since I had that as a disability I was able to work at home taking medicare calls.
May. 24th, 2006 07:27 pm (UTC)

May. 24th, 2006 08:22 pm (UTC)
May. 24th, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)
I know that feeling well. I wouldn't say I'm agorophobic, but on a bad day I find it difficult to even step outside my door without having a panic attack. So I do understand how you're feeling. I'm here if you need anyone to talk to. *hugs you*
May. 24th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hon. I don't think I'm a full-blown agoraphobe... I'm better when I have someone with me. But there are bad days, and this is one of 'em.

May. 24th, 2006 07:32 pm (UTC)
Perfect icon for days like this.

The human brain is not so smart as it likes to think really. Hope the day improves somewhat at least. *Cradles you*
May. 24th, 2006 08:32 pm (UTC)
You can tell the brain anything you want - it just doesn't have to listen. **stupid brain**


May. 24th, 2006 10:27 pm (UTC)
Love, I wish I could help. ::hugs you::

One day at a time, pet.
May. 25th, 2006 01:34 am (UTC)
You so do, Gill. You always make me smile, even when I feel like a two day old bowl full of weetabix in milk.
May. 25th, 2006 10:28 pm (UTC)
Now there's an image! One to put down carefully and walk away from, perhaps, but definitely an image. *g*
May. 24th, 2006 11:52 pm (UTC)
*hugs you*

May. 25th, 2006 01:34 am (UTC)
May. 25th, 2006 02:38 am (UTC)
Don't worry, some days are harder than others. ::hugs::
May. 25th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC)
Thanks, Anita. Hoping I can get out tomorrow. Will give it the old college try. **hugsyoutightly**
May. 25th, 2006 03:22 am (UTC)
I just hope tomorrow is better for you. But don't take it so bad, there are just some days that you don't want/NEED to leave your house.
May. 27th, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hon. I just let it all go the next day. Didn't even try.
May. 25th, 2006 07:58 am (UTC)
I have days like that... except my dread waits until I'm right out there in the midst of the hubbub of milling masses before it kicks me up the arse and shuts down all necessary to function normally motor functions. Then it fill my head with white noise and reduces me to a whimpering lump of lard. Panic attacks, my PsychProf calls them.

I never had problems with agoraphobia until I had my breakdown in 2003, and since then the instances have been rare, thank any and every God that will listen, but they are so debilitating, and unpredictable, and very, very inconvenient!

You have my every sympathy, pet... and I do hope your reason for not getting out was just a lack of clean knickers and not anything as irritating as mine.

May. 27th, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
I have the panic attacks, too - usually when I have a cart full of groceries, or I'm surrounded by people, like at a convention or a fair. Part of why I stopped going to conventions years ago.

May. 28th, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC)
I wish my panic attacks, or the agoraphobia, were predictable. I seem to be able to manage very structured, predictable outings or journeys - heck, I travel up to London from here (60 miles) on the train, twice a week, to see my PsychProf... and never have an attack. Yet, Spouse takes me out to a new bar or restaurant, and boom it'll happen... Mine all started when I had a breakdown a couple of years ago, and I've been seeing PsychProf ever since then... I'm told that 'Time' is a great healer... just wish it wouls hurry itself up and heal!

*HUGS* to you too pet... and I do hope you get a PsychProf as good as mine, soon... those guys are saviours.
May. 25th, 2006 11:22 am (UTC)
So sorry to hear that. I hope you get the treatment you need soon. I don't think people realise how common agoraphobia is and how difficult it makes things.
May. 28th, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
Very, very stressful, to be sure. I'm waiting for that help right now - as soon as social services kicks in, I should be hearing from someone. **crosses fingers**

I'd like to have a life again.
May. 28th, 2006 09:58 am (UTC)
:Hugs you:
Jun. 1st, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
Can't begin to imagine how you feel.
Take care.

Jun. 7th, 2006 10:50 pm (UTC)
Come out, come out and play!
Hey spike's_heart! Are you better now? I miss your wonderful story Beloved! Was wondering if the muse of All Things Wordy has been pestering you. Well if not, *I* will make up for it!

Come out and play! I'm looking to make more art - pictures - and would love to read more..

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