What It’s Like

 Living with agoraphobia is extremely isolating. I miss my family, I miss going on target runs whenever I wanted. I miss doing instacart, and not having to think twice about going when someone invited me somewhere. I miss smiling at strangers, and small talk with old ladies in the produce aisle. 

 I just can't get past this impending doom. My anxiety skyrockets, my inner dialogue starts saying nasty things, my heart races, I become hyper aware of everything. And to be quite honest, it isn't fun. It’s exhausting. 

So yes, the walls close in, and I talk to myself and the animals, yes I get bored out of my skull, and yes I miss human interaction. But sometimes I would take all of that over leaving my house. 

And that's what its like living with agoraphobia.