I can be around others for whatever reason and as soon as I am back home or they have left I feel so much fear about when I will be around people again.

I broke my ankle in June 2011 and was literally walked out on. Stuck on the couch not knowing how I was going to get to the doctor or get food. Scariest time I have ever gone through.

I was forced to accept that there were people there for me; they just were not the people I wanted or expected. I am still learning that lesson.

I want people here physically here, too. Call, emails, FB, or even here do not fulfill my needs.