It’s not the panic attacks It’s not the depression It’s not the fact that I don’t go anywhere…

It’s that I’m alone. I have some family, thankfully… but I’m without-a-partner, alone. I’m a 45 year old man, on disability, because I can barely leave my house…

How am I going to find someone that is willing to be with me?

I mean, I’m okay with who I am. I’ve gone through this for over 20 years. I fought… and failed perpetually… and finally made my peace with it. I’m actually a pretty happy person all things considered… But it seems impossible that I would ever meet another person that’s okay with it… That will truly accept me for who I am.

That is the absolute worst thing about agoraphobia… for me.