It rains again. Washing away the yesterdays.
Cold crisp refreshing breeze as the cars slide by.
I’m trying to wake up and rubbing my eyes.
Sipping my coffee.
I managed to get outside yesterday, and the day before that.
Thankful for all the little things.
I have struggled with agoraphobia my whole life, I didnt really realize it until age 34… What was really going on with me. Is it too late? At 36 I revel in joy when finishing a single task that involves stepping outside of my door. Which isn’t that often, but often enough to give me hope. Sometimes when I go out, I am shaking, trembling in fear… Having a hard time catching my breath. I am afraid of people and I dont know why. It can be very embarrassing, sad, scary; this is what I am dealing with.
Maybe more on this to come…
– The Lotus in the Mud – Graffiti, Poetry & The Inner Bodhisattva