I'm so glad agoraphobia is talked about here. It's amazing me how everything is connected. Before the meds kicked in and I found this site, I kept telling my husband I'm just gonna become an agoraphobic - I just can't take life any more, too much stress, too many fears, and don't understand certain types of people and how they think they can treat others it baffles me.
In the movie Slingblade, Carl says toward the end after someone asks him (and I'm paraphrasing) how is it out there - and he replies that its too big. boy, do I relate. much too much energy.
My husband said tonight that he's glad I decided against it, that I'd find it would only make life worse. He's thrilled that I've found help, both meds and here. Little by little, in small steps, I see changes. I have to remember that the past can no longer hurt me. By letting the world get to me, I keep all those memories alive, and I'm tired. At 57 y/o, I would have thought I'd find peace by now with all the work I've done on myself with help. Before the correct meds I went to a psychiatrist that I could see was a pill pusher and told him I was tired of feeling, so he overdosed me. I liked being out of it for awhile, but it didn't work, too many side effects, in danger of seizures, and I felt not anchored. But I may find peace afterall.
