Today

Today, I am agoraphobic. Today, I don't go anywhere without my long suffering husband. I cling to his hand constantly, terrified of losing contact with him even for a moment. At home, I don't answer the phone, I keep the curtains closed - and I certainly don't answer the door. In fact, someone knocking at the door will often trigger a panic attack. The door is always locked.

On the rare occasion that I go out, my husband must be with me. I don't trust anyone else. I must know in advance where we're going, and in what order. Any deviation from that could trigger panic. I can't stay out too long. I feel exposed and vulnerable, like I'm standing naked in the high street after drinking ten espressos. People are staring at me. I know they are. They think things about me - bad things - and I just want to escape. I just want to feel safe.

Today, I have lost contact with most of my friends. I no longer do the things I used to beause panic and agoraphobia have taken over my life. I can't go out socially - god no. Just the thought makes my heart race. I can't remember the last time I went to the cinema, and I used to love that. Now, the idea of being in a dark room with all those noises, images, and god - the people. I can't deal with people.

Today, my daily life consists of trying to disappear, trying to hide. I don't do much at home. I don't have any hobbies any more because I can't concentrate for long and I get angry and frustrated with myself. I often get depressed, but can't take medication because it makes me sick. Home is my safe place, I know where things are, and that doors and windows are locked. I just hope the phone doesn't ring.

Today, I have a medical for the Benefits Agency, and I'm bricking it. That bit, at least, is still true.