A simple definition of agoraphobia is “a pathological fear of being in public places, often resulting in the sufferer becoming housebound.”
Yesterday was supposed to be a happy day of sorts for me. Instead, it was what I would describe as one long panic attack. I had to take my full daily prescribed dose of my anti-anxiety medication to make it through. Yesterday was the twelfth anniversary of my sobriety. Instead of feeling happy, joyous, and free, I experienced an elevated heart rate, racing thoughts, and thoughts of impending doom. The panic-attack-like symptoms lasted nearly all day.
I was extremely uncomfortable at the noon meeting I went to and had to sit on my hands to keep from standing and rushing out of the room. I was again uncomfortable during the evening meeting and could not keep my feet still. In both meetings, I had a hard time concentrating.
I have for many years had an unreasonable fear of parking lots. I hate them. I overcome this by having certain rows I go down at certain places, and I never vary. If I can’t park in my regular row, I don’t shop that day.
I have quit my volunteer position at the library’s learning center. I have quit another club I was a member of.
On a continuing note, I can’t watch TV. I simply can’t sit still for it, and I get feelings of high anxiety trying to watch it. I can’t even watch videos on the internet. They make me antsy in the extreme.
I don’t feel like I’m winning against my brain today. I feel broken.
2 thoughts on “Agoraphobia”
First and foremost, congratulations on your 12 years. What an accomplishment! You know as well as I that the agoraphobic feelings are not real and will pass. Unfortunately, in the meantime, it’s just a mean time. Focus on the fact that you are loved.
Thank you. Hug.