Right now, I have to call the Mental Health Association to ask about housing. This would be the ideal situation and housing for me right now and hopefully they could be faster than section 8, but I'm not sure if children are also allowed to live there. I'm really scared to pick up the phone. It's only calling people I don't know very well, even friends I've lost contact with. I don't know why. I can't even call for a pizza. I'd rather make a pizza myself, than order one. I don't know when and where I developed this phobia and why. My mom is very aware of my phobia, but she told me I have to do this myself, because they would ask her why is she calling for her 22 year old adult daughter. I know she's right. I'm still nervous. My heart is still racing. I mean, I know the phone can't hurt me, and neither can the voice on the other side. They might even be closed now. I keep waiting later and later, because I'm scared. I told my mom I would call around today. I need housing fast. I may soon be on the street.