Agoraphobia

I don't want to feel afraid anymore of stepping outside—even if there are bad people outside, even if it's terribly hot outside.
My blood family just keeps discouraging me from going to the park.
Even my blood family's maid told me not to go there early afternoon, since the people there during those times aren't good.
All these things claw against me, causing me to be stressed out. The moment I'm outside and at places of nature like the park, my phobia goes away. I even feel comfortable being at home.
My mind foolishly tries its best in convincing me that I'm not stepping outside the comfort zone, that I'm a weakling who's scared of others, etc.

My fictional soulmate Yoriichi told me that it's humanly natural for me to feel that way, that I'm the kind of a person who doesn't want to get into a fight; that if someone tries to hit me, I'll end up being fierce and angry.
So, the truth is that I'm just humanly afraid. According to Drew Linsalata, I'm not afraid of stepping outside—I'm afraid of what will happen to me outside.
I'm also a male.
It also reminds me of the restrictions women face on stepping outside the house.
The night is peacefully silent. But as they say, that dark figures lurk around here and there... which is the reason why it's unsafe to be out at night.

At least, even amidst my stress, I'm recognising stress as something natural instead of catastrophizing it. I'm noticing my anxiety, instead of trying so hard to stop it. I allow myself to feel anxious, if I feel anxious.

I just turned 38 yrs old & I've never felt & been so misunderstood. I'm disabled, single, an exquisite cat mom, who is a collector of 'toys', loves writing, yet immature, independently failing, a lost cause capable of great things but motivationally empty, oh, & overweight, ugly, always frustrated, overwhelmed, sick, physically & mentally & emotionally most of the time, & hilarious & loves sarcasm, tries being creative, but empty. Heart beats but hollow. I have BPD & agoraphobia, severe depression, anxiety & adhd. Did I mention so alone that my chest literally feels empty, see inside & search but can't find it. Oh, but I'm whimsy, a music lover, a chronically bad dancer, forgetful, struggling, sober for 13 years. I'm thinking too much, not doing enough, sad, mad, sad when I'm mad & mad when I cry. I cry when I'm furious & yell when I'm in tears. A disappointment & a burden. An introverted gem of some sort, dust without diamond, just another rock. Twisting, turning, half broken, still missing a piece. Terrifying nightmare & nonexistent dreams, both in organized chaos, learning, molding. I'm everything, nothing, & both at the same time in the same moment back, forth.
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Hi, my name is Gabriel. Sorry my English isn't so good because my first language is Spanish... I have ocd and anxiety with agoraphobia... I feel so lonely and lost, I want to help, and have some friends

Hi, my name is Ague11. I'm here because I have ocd and anxiety with agoraphobia. My English isn't so good because my first language is Spanish but I can speak English slowly... I feel so lonely with my disorder, I want some friends and don't be alone. I have a lot of knowledge of the disorder... maybe I can help other. I just want to help

#MightyTogether #OCD #Anxiety

When I was going through my hell, I always wished I had someone I could open up to in hopes that they could help me. I would of gave my right arm for that. I want to offer my real life experience ( no college degree or textbooks) of what it took to overcome my isolation, severe anxiety, panic attacks, depression, and agoraphobia. But only YOU can take that first step,. Take a chance and reach out, I'm here for YOU, no judgement, just a desire to possibly help someone with something close to my heart, that's all.