Truly.

 I’M OVERCOMING MY AGORAPHOBIA. 

Yes, me. šŸ™‹‍♀️


That sentence feels unreal to type. For so long, it felt like the world was too much. Too loud, too unpredictable, too overwhelming. I stayed in, not because I didn’t want to live, but because I was scared of how to live out there. Scared of panicking in public. Scared of not being able to escape. Scared of being seen. Scared to be ME. Scared to disappoint. Scared to step on toes. Scared to be rejected.


But something’s changing.


I’m breathing again. Not just shallow, survive-the-moment kind of breathing. I mean really breathing. The deep, full, I-AM-OKAY kind. The kind that fills my lungs with air and my heart with hope.


I’m smiling again. And not just pretending to, either. Real smiles. Ones that don’t feel heavy or forced or fake. Smiles that come from laughing too hard, or finding joy in small things like hugs from my children, or a song I forgot I loved. 


I’m DANCING again. ALL THE TIME. And I’m not sorry. Dancing has always been a form of therapy for me, and it is literally healing my soul, and I dance in public, at home, in my car, EVERYWHERE. And it feels so good. 


I’m laughing. Like belly-laughing. Like forgetting-to-worry laughing. The kind of laughter felt impossible not long ago.


I’m living. Really living. 


I’m showing up for my life instead of just getting through it. I’m saying yes to things that used to terrify me. I’m letting the world back in, one deep breath at a time.


And maybe the biggest thing of all:

I WANT TO BE HERE. 


Not just existing, but WANTING. Wanting to stay. Wanting to try. Wanting to experience this messy, beautiful life.


Agoraphobia still knocks sometimes. It whispers doubts and tries to pull me back into that small, isolating, scary space. But I’m learning that I can answer back. I can choose courage. I can choose movement. I can choose ME.


And today, I’m proud of how far I’ve come.


If you’re struggling, please know you’re not alone. You’re not broken. And healing doesn’t have to be loud or fast or perfect. Sometimes it just starts with one breath. ONE step. One dance. 


And then another.

And then a smile.

And maybe one day, a snort.


You’ll get there. I promise. 


I’m getting there, too.

Life is beautiful.

Truly. 

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