As some of you might know, I suffer from agoraphobia big time. And since Christmas, I've been having a baaaaaaad time.
Until today !!!!!!
My doting hubby bought me a car some years ago, but the poor thing (the car, that is, not my hubby!) has hardly ever gone than ½ mile from our house!
Until today...
Today I drove...
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...EIGHT MILES!
What do you think of that???
I've been depressed lately, thinking about how little independence I have in my life, and how much hubby has to do. So, when I found out that he was working 8 miles away, I decided to surprise him by going there. When I got there, I waited outside the door of a store-room. When he came out & saw me, he nearly sh*t himself! But once he got over the shock, he was sooooooooooooooooooooo pleased with me!!!!!
It wasn't easy...
I wanted to go...but I felt too scared ..but I still wanted to go
...but there were the "what if's"...but I really wanted to go...so I thought...
...I'm just going to go for it!!
...so I got in my car, put on my fav cd, started the car...
...and just DROVE!
I followed another car so that I could fool myself that I wasn't on my own, but after a few miles, I lost him (her?) at traffic lights. I did think of the places that I could stop & ring hubby if I started to feel too panicky to drive, but stopping & freaking out in the middle of the countryside (I'm a country girl lol) didn't exactly appeal to me! After a while, it was closer to drive on to my hubby than it was to home, so it became easier to go the rest of the way. Then I started to get a buzz and excitement as I realised what I was achieving!!
So now I have to remember how good I felt achieving this little step, so that I can repeat it...and go on to do MORE little steps.
But in the meantime...
I'm jumping up & down with joy!