08/31/2024
Anxiety/agoraphobia is so devistatingly hilarious and nonsensical because like if you needed me to run into a burning building to get your puppy, or if you needed me to fist fight a man to get your purse back: say no more I got you. but going outside to take out my trash? I gotta have a panic attack first. Driving 1.5 minutes to my mom’s house to do crafts? Nope I’m already crying. Going to the store to get eggs? I’d rather starve. Making a phone call to ask a single question? Might as well be defusing a bomb.
Like dawg I just wanna go paint Halloween decorations at my mom’s house but my nervous system acts like I’m asking it to steal a bear cub. Like homie we won’t die I promise, just let me put on my shoes and open my front door, f**k.
