If I would give in to anxiety I would lead a life living in a closet...
Why give in? Why give up?
Never.
I feel like if I want to do something I will at least try. I panic wherever I am - I am neither safe at home. It is always there it has always been. Both protector and enemy. I will not only exist I will live. Covid gives me an excuse to hide from the world.
But the more I hide away the less I am used to going out and socialising.
Sometimes online seems to be easier but it is also a place where you can hurt others anonymously.
Exposing yourself, showing who you are, just being present means making yourself vulnerable.
But it is worth it.
Nothing can stop me - at least I want to believe that.
I take pride in living with panic attacks and yet doing things despite it. To get up and get back to things after calming down.