One small accomplishment

For the past week I’ve had anxiety about leaving the house alone.

I’ve been scared of going out and having another depressive episode and breaking down in public.

I’ve managed to walk the dog just fine and without worry, but anything bigger than that I’ve avoided.

I’ve needed to run an errand all week, but I’ve put it off and put it off, my chest tightening and pulse rising at the thought of it.

Today I made a small accomplishment and convinced myself to leave the house while my husband was at work. I made a trip to the post office and the grocery store. And despite some chest tightness, and tears threatening to well up in my eyes, nothing happened. I didn’t have a break down.

Today, I made it. Hopefully that’s a step forward in making it out successfully again.