When agoraphobia first hit me hard back in the early 90's I stayed inside for almost six months. I've written about that before. I've written recently that I'm more or less stuck inside again. It won't last. It never does. I deal with it when it happens.
One thing I did back in the early 90's is something that I've just decided to start up again. Put on shoes every day. You see I've just been wearing slippers the last few weeks. Why bother with shoes, right? Well.. because with shoes on I program my mind into the possibility of going out. Slippers are the same as giving up.
As much as I seem to give up, I don't like being a quitter. Some things are ok to quit. Take some phenocal and quit gaining weight. Quit smoking. Those are two I need to quit. But quit striving to get better? Nope.
So.. I took a shower today. Got dressed. And put on my shoes.