Mine started about 2-3 months ago. My friends, family, and doctors all know I'm agoraphobic. Funny, my mother is the only one that makes me feel bad about it. If I could get out of my house, I would.
I actually had to physically go to a psychiatric appt yesterday, she prescribed me benzos, so by law I have to meet with her in person once a year (still don't know how that will keep people from getting addicted to them, but whatever).
I had to buy portable car battery charging cables for my car, because I had left it sitting there for so long without turning it on. It was completely dead… well, still is, I either need to get a new battery, or charge the thing before I want to go anywhere.
I never thought I'd be here in my life, yet here I am. Grateful for all of you… ♡