The agoraphobia is setting in.

It feels like I ran a mile, I can’t breathe and my patience is wearing thin.

The agoraphobia is setting in.

My heart is about to beat out of my chest.

“Let me rest and catch my breath”

They don’t understand. “they’re just people” they said.

Don’t let it get in your way!

I tell myself “it ends, it ends” but it never does!

It just keeps coming back, like a cat you fead once. My fear is the food and the anxiety is the cat. It keeps coming back!