Today I got dressed and drove a few miles in the car to pick up some suppliments.
I breathed and walked fairly correctly. I tried to help people.
I took down from their perch above the cabinets more brass and copper things which I cleaned and polished.
I tried to clean the kitchen in a better way than normal.
I wrote a letter to someone who would not believe my words about something. Sometimes stating something in a very kind and respectful way, in a letter is appropriate. Especailly when it was my homeopathic pdoc who would not believe me, when I admitted to her that I am in fact mostly agoraphobic. What she believes after reading the letter is no business of mine. My truth can be discounted, but it cannot change what is. And I am tired of hiding this truth in shame. So there !!