I was not always agoraphobic, it wasn’t until my 40th birthday when things went down hill,before then I was a happy go lucky person.
Then I was raped on the night of my 40th birthday.
From then my life turned dramatically i became a recluse and eventually never left my house. I own 2 businesses before this all happened to me, I still own them, I run them from home now and hand off the day to day running to a managers I employ.
My days mostly consist of trying to find a reason to wake up in the morning then when I do finally do get up, I turn computer on do some paperwork for the business then I stare at the walls and cry a lot.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about selling up and just retiring. I’m nearly 50 now single and don’t need the money anymore.
Anxiety and depression has cut me down and I am really struggling most days to come up with a reason to “be” at all.
I hold no anger towards the man who wronged me 9 years ago, he is in jail for long time.
Justice has been done there.
It really so hard to exist on this earth,such a soulless place.