Last Friday, my therapist set me the task of trying to get out of the house daily. In order for me to become more independent, get back into the world, and attain my goal of feeling safer out of my safety zones. Ugh.
I’ve been out everyday, except Sunday. At first it was just awful. Being self-conscious, the paranoia, they were alot worse than they normally were. But today, I guess, was okay. We actually ate out, which was good for me. But I still felt sick around people.
And with me depending on my mum for support to do this, it’s going to get difficult since her chemo starts next week. And I feel like I’m just not going to want to do anything.
