I am an agoraphobic.My husband lost our house because he couldn't be bothered with doing a budget or calling back collectors. It was my whole world. Lost his job for a year. When he go a job. He was fired a few months later for always showing up late. 6 months we were homeless in a hotel room.
I know that isn't the worst but it also wasn't pleasant. After losing the house I had a complete nervous breakdown. I could barely speak or do anything but cry. I was and am still very sensitive to sound. I was trapped in a noisy box I couldn't escape. The husband didn't budget repairs to van. So no car.
I went through several hours of withdraw, because we couldn't afford my meds. I was hit by a eighteen wheeler in the 90's. I have asthma and nerve damage and am in constant pain. Not being able to breath sucks too.
I lost thousands of dollars in furniture and my FAMILY Christmas ornaments during the move.
Now I Can't have junk food. Yes I was spending too much on it. But we always had meals to eat. It was my last refuge. Being able to eat my feelings gave me the momentary escape to go on. I know junk food is petty thing. But I had no friends my family isn't close. I think death is my only option. I am crippled by my pain and agoraphobia. During all of this be keeps telling me to wait. I have spent 2 1\2 years waiting. I don't even think I'm holding on by fingernails. My husband is also mentally skating on thin ice but talking to him about these things, just makes him want to kill himself. I love him, but neither of us has much left.