Getting Outta Here!!
I suffer from bipolar and anxiety disorder. Such is life. Problem is I have not been able to leave my house alone in many years without an anxiety attack. Makes life limited, small, and lonely. My wonderful husband is so patient with me, but I unfairly let him do everything. I have begun to improve my life by taking small steps into the world. So far I have shopped 6 times at the grocery store, shopped for clothes.went to the pet shop, got my hair cut, and my nails done. HUGE strides for me. My ultimate goal is to volunteer work to get out of the house,do good in the world, and, if I'm very lucky, maybe even find a friend or two. I am blinded by sunshine right now instead of paralyzed by shadows. Can't beat that. Yesterday was the anniversary of moms death. We celebrated her life for first time instead of mourning once was. Progress.