I don't think that it is agoraphobia per se, as this is more of a PTSD or meltdown kind of thing. It's situational. If I hadn't been overwhelmed and inundated with sudden, unexpected and stressful experiences back to back, I wouldn't feel this deep fear of going out my front door.
Luckily, my son walked the dog moat of the day. Tonight, I did have to take puppy out and it felt dreadful. I was on edge, hypervigilant and terribly uncomfortable those four minutes that we were out.
I can't recall the last time I felt so bad.
I'm not sure when this high anxiety, high tear time will end.
Going to bed early. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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