I have had agoraphobia ever since my depression started. The depression used to make me hide under the blankets and I would feel anxious if I had to go outside or to do shopping or errands. I have to put on a "public mask" that drains me once I come home. I feel the stress and can not exercise or do my routine of exercises. Today was the first day that I came back from errands and did more chores. Usually I would just pass out on the bed for a hour.

I suppose Buddy my cockatiel keeps me in line.