My terror rises, as I pace.
My last attempt —Complete disgrace.
I know my horror’s out of place.
But still, my heart begins to race.
Sweat beads form upon my head.
An overwhelming sense of dread.
My mind is hanging by a thread.
Should I give up —Go back to bed?
My hands and legs begin to shake.
I don’t know how much I can take.
Perhaps, this is a huge mistake.
Maybe I should take a break.
Another step, and I feel ill.
My vision blurs, so I stand still.
I’m stricken by an icy chill.
I should have taken one more pill.
Once outside, exposed and bare.
I feel my neighbors start to stare.
My mental illness —So unfair.
Three more steps, I’m almost there.
I must keep moving —Must not fail.
Body trembling —Face is pale.
Why’s my sanity so frail?
All this… Just to check my mail!
You are courageous and I hope you get the help you need to live a normal life.
Love and blessings,
Linda+
Likewise, my niece became hopelessly under agoraphobia during her studies for a Masters degree in library science. My sister may have helped her, because she came out of it and is now an associate dean of the library of the major university.
I certainly hope that you can get the help you need so that the mailbox will only be the first thing that you conquer.
Thanks for sharing your fears with us…
Ron
Bless you, this condition is debilitating and frightening in the extreme!!! I admire that you have the courage to speak of it aloud and will pray for your healing and peace of mind.
Christine