I actually got myself out of the house and went strawberry picking with my mom. We used to go all the time when I was little so it felt nice. It was only 15 min away from home so while I definitely had anxiety, I kept talking myself down and reminding myself that if I felt too tired or overwhelmed it was a quick drive back to safety. This is the first time I've been out of the house for any reason other than a doc appt in...well a long time. Over a month. It's amazing how completely depression can suck you into such a tiny bubble. I start a PHP program for depression on Monday so I'm glad I had this little exposure over the weekend to show myself that I can leave the safety of my room and not completely break down. Plus I had forgotten how amazing strawberries are when they are warm from the sun and freshly picked. Trying to hang on to the little moments which hopefully will help me find happiness again sometime soon.