God have I been there. I got to that literal point of being afraid to walk out my front door. It took being on subpar meds that dialed down the anxiety to almost-tolerable levels and getting to a Dr. who knew what the hell he was doing to get on some proper meds which lowered my anxiety quick....it needed to be done that way then because it was so acute I was shaking, lost weight, terrified from the moment I woke up until I went to bed....terrified of EVERYthing. It's hard for someone who hasn't been there to know what that's like. It's excruciating.

To this day (3 years later), I rarely drive, I do go out with friends but have to limit those interactions (else I'll get overstimulated and wears me out physically). I can walk out of my (new, with/bf) house with no thought----there was a time I was incapable of doing that. I have no problem being at the doctor's; I WANT them to see what's going on and fix it the best they can. It's the getting there (I live 30 min from mine) that's sometimes difficult. But at least I can actually go to a restaurant now without terror, even if it's ridiculously loud. I don't wake up on pins and needles all day. A lot has changed. A lot needs changing. But reading your post reminds me of where I've been and how terrifying it is...and how I have indeed made more progress than I've realized. Thank you for sharing!