The world outside seems to beckon me so
But fear always stops me from leaving
A view from the window is all I know
If I step out the door my chest begins heaving
The shortness of breath as panic sets in
My limbs go weak & I cannot move
I venture no further as my head starts to spin
I summon the strength to go back inside
As I close the door I then become calm
Safe in a place where I can now hide
Away from a world that may do me harm
The view from the window is still there to see
If that gets too much I can close the blind
I don’t understand what’s wrong with me
To others it seems I’m out of my mind
The outside makes me an emotional wreck
Full of panic & in floods of tears
One day I hope to make one little trek
Then maybe that would conquer my fears
Friends help too as does keeping busy. A good metaphor of fears here.
Fortunately, both got help from a drug, I don't know which one, but both were able to get over their fear and operate in the world again–both very successfully–I might add.
Ron