New Year started off so well for me. I felt good and had plans to do a lot of things, as well as just trying to have a peaceful time before things got busy next week.Then came a phone call from my 93 year old relation in Milton Keynes, saying that she had fallen and could I come and look after her. So I've booked a train and will be going today.
The thing is (and this is what I'm worried about), I'm so scared of being out of my comfort zone. Because of long-lasting agorophobic feelings, I'm scared of going out into the big, wide world, and because of continuing body dysmorphic disorder I have to take ages to do my hair and face, and feel awful if I don't look the best I can.
When I calm down, the message I'm getting from this is that maybe this scary experience will show me I can let go of my insecurities. When I look back, I've seen good eventually come out of bad experiences.
Please think of me! There won't be Internet where I'm going, and I'm going to miss you all. xxx