I refused to/ couldn't bring myself to leave my room/house for 14 months! If I HAD to be somewhere, I'd throw a *****fit when I couldn't go home at the agreed time (I don't drive). I was severely depressed and my room was my safe place. Where I could just be... Baby steps helped. A chair in the garden 1 day, a walk to the shop the next. Now (8 months later) I don't have a problem leaving, but boy do I love returning!