My agoraphobia and panic attacks have gotten worse over the last few weeks. I was existing in a small world but yet I was happy because my anxiety was at a minimum. Then shit hit the fan. I can barely walk two blocks away from my house without being medicated. Going to work has become so difficult that I wonder hourly if I’m going to be able to stay the whole day. The sad thing is I never thought I would get this bad again. I really never did. Yet, here I am. The only difference is that I’m older and tired.