It took an hour of crying, 3 hypnotherapy tapes, a few propanolol and constant verbal reassurance, but Tom weathered the anxiety storm and coaxed me into ‘Mission: Picnic at YSP’ today.
As usual, it transpired to be a great excursion and I felt so much better for having pushed through the awful agoraphobic instinct this morning. But now, cosied up again at home and reading a new book, it strikes me that these victories are only possible because I have the strongest people to pick me up when I’m down. I am a very lucky girl with a loving family, beautiful friends and the best boy by my side.
I am so so grateful for the support I’ve got behind me, especially on the days when I feel pathetic and defeated by mental health demons