I’m back at home now after a terrible trip to Panama. I was on the phone with my health coach today, and she suggested that my experience sounded like agoraphobia. My reactions to cities and other busy places aren’t normal.
I feel worn out and defeated. The life of travel I dreamed of won’t happen. I’m too mentally ill to live the life I want.
Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll pull an Emily Dickinson and not go out at all. Somehow I need to rally and get back to driving and shopping again. Angelica should be able to get her nails done.
Photography will always be important to me, so I have to find things at home and locally to focus on. I’m determined not to let my life be more limited than it has to be.
Please God help me interact with the world and live a life of meaning.
Life at Home 