When I’d been trapped in the house for over 2 years, I couldn’t even stand at the front door if it was open. My heart raced, I felt physically sick, and would be in the grip of an absolute terror I can’t even explain. It honestly was just horrific. It took me such a long time to be able to go outside on my own, but I did it honey and you will too. If you’d asked me back then if I’d ever work again or be able to pull on my coat and go shopping, I’d have cried thinking it was a very cruel taunt but I do that now, all on my own without gripping my husbands arm so tightly I dig my nails into his arm.
As I said it took a long time and was done in very small steps, and was not fun but it worked. I used to sit at the bottom of the stairs staring at the front door, imagining it open, seeing the path outside, seeing the gate at the bottom and the street outside. Even that used to terrifiy me, but I kept doing it, a little at a time. Just the power of imagination. After a while hubby would sit on the bottom of the steps with me, open the door just a little ways, and sit with me holding me, to begin with i cried and just held him, but I swear honey it got easier in time. I remember phoning him at work one morning, excited fit to burst because I’d done it on my own. What followed was months of my, to begin with, standing at the door, standing just outside it, eventually making it to the gate (and even saying good morning to any neighbours I’d see), and then outside the gate. I thought one day “I wonder if I could make it to the lamp post?” which was maybe 10 feet or so away from my gate, I did make it, and kept trying to make the next one along, till I made it round to our local shops in the next street. After I’d made it there, I made a morning routine of walking round there, touching the doorway of one of the shops and walking back to the house.
Good god just typing this is difficult, but I wanted to let you see anything is possible if you want it enough sweetheart. I’m not a very strong person, I wish so much that I was strong like my Gran was, but I survive, and if I can do it, you can for sure honey, I promise. <hugs> I agree with @worriedguy that getting a job, even a part time one is a great help. I know that if I didn’t have my little part time job I would just stop going out again. It gives me a reason to get up, shower, fix my make up and hair and more importantly a reason to smile all day long. I mix with people, I choose retail work for that reason, I have friends at work, people I really enjoy spending time with, can have a laugh with. I’ve never been shy about my depression, I’ve never been secretive about it, why should I be? its a part of me, its changed me, but also allowed me to get to know myself far better than I used to. You’ll do it sweetheart, you will, you have your family behind you, who’ll be able to help, and you’ll do it. A few years from now you’ll look back at now, and be so proud of yourself, I promise.
sending buckets of love and hugs xx