I am agoraphobic. I have been for years. I'm not a shut in, I'm not a hoarder. I'm not crazy, not yet anyway, and I intend to show that anxiety, depression, and even agoraphobia aren't things that can't be managed with awareness.
I'm 24 years old and I've been dealing with these issues for as long as I can remember. By the time I was 15 years old, I couldn't even order my own dinner at a restaurant. I dropped out of high school. I was once told by a child psychologist that I would never become a fully functioning adult.
The summer leading to my 16th birthday, I met my future husband. He's an amazing man, with a well of encouragement so deep I've yet to reach the bottom. He pulled me out of myself and gave me a life, although I believe at the expense of his own in many ways. Then, in November of 2010, he gave me my daughter.
I do not take medication. While I'm sure I could find some benefit in them, I've never felt comfortable on them. I've come this far without them, and I intend to finish my journey without them.
I plan to post both my past and present experiences, both of my bad days and my good days. Hopefully, someone, somewhere, will be able to eventually look at these posts and know that they are not alone in their struggles. Even more, I hope that someday, I'll be able to look back on these posts and see a record of how far I've come in my own life and my own battle with myself.
