I was getting agoraphobia once, slowly crept into it by accident. It was so comfortable. I had to do a bit of exposure therapy mixed with breath work and meditation to dig myself out. Your path is likely different but that’s what did it for me.
There’s of course the everyday suggestions like exercise, diet, cutting out substances, getting out into nature. I was doing all of that but suffering from wild bouts of intense depression, gun in mouth type moments. It was like the harder I tried the harder it fought back to stay alive inside of me. I was really at the end of my rope, so tired of fighting, so afraid that no matter what it would never end. I even feared that death would not be a release (my favorite movie being wristcutters a Love story in which the punishment for suicide is you end up in a worse version of here).
What did it for me personally was a good mushroom trip and moving from where I was and what I was doing for work. Others have found success other ways and with far less intense choices. Sometimes something small can unravel that knot so to speak.
I swear I cried to the God I’m fairly sure doesn’t exist I ever thought about tossing away the gift of life I was given. I was practically kissing the ground in gratitude like a sailor who had been lost at sea.
A seperate-ish circumstance, the agoraphobia crept in during covid when I was staying alone in a new city. I didn’t even notice it, until I went outside for the first time in two weeks and the sites and sounds were screeching at me and everyone’s eyes felt like they were dissecting me as if I were alien and they were area51 scientists. Not fun, but an intriguing experience. Had to work for a while to beat that experience back everytime I went out.
Now even bad or unpleasant things that happen internally or externally I can find acceptance and gratitude in. I hope for your own personal resolution with this.
Maybe another thing that helped is I personify things. The depression always felt to me like a little Voldemort horcruxe living inside me fighting to stay alive and same to the agoraphobia. I never identified them as me but as these beings or entities affecting me. That may be helpful for you, it may not be.
I can’t find anyone else in my apartment, except my cat. I don’t like to leave my apartment because of panic attacks.
I was getting agoraphobia once, slowly crept into it by accident. It was so comfortable. I had to do a bit of exposure therapy mixed with breath work and meditation to dig myself out. Your path is likely different but that’s what did it for me.
Might have to do that. I have extreme depression, and agoraphobia to deal with.
There’s of course the everyday suggestions like exercise, diet, cutting out substances, getting out into nature. I was doing all of that but suffering from wild bouts of intense depression, gun in mouth type moments. It was like the harder I tried the harder it fought back to stay alive inside of me. I was really at the end of my rope, so tired of fighting, so afraid that no matter what it would never end. I even feared that death would not be a release (my favorite movie being wristcutters a Love story in which the punishment for suicide is you end up in a worse version of here).
What did it for me personally was a good mushroom trip and moving from where I was and what I was doing for work. Others have found success other ways and with far less intense choices. Sometimes something small can unravel that knot so to speak.
I swear I cried to the God I’m fairly sure doesn’t exist I ever thought about tossing away the gift of life I was given. I was practically kissing the ground in gratitude like a sailor who had been lost at sea.
A seperate-ish circumstance, the agoraphobia crept in during covid when I was staying alone in a new city. I didn’t even notice it, until I went outside for the first time in two weeks and the sites and sounds were screeching at me and everyone’s eyes felt like they were dissecting me as if I were alien and they were area51 scientists. Not fun, but an intriguing experience. Had to work for a while to beat that experience back everytime I went out.
Now even bad or unpleasant things that happen internally or externally I can find acceptance and gratitude in. I hope for your own personal resolution with this.
Maybe another thing that helped is I personify things. The depression always felt to me like a little Voldemort horcruxe living inside me fighting to stay alive and same to the agoraphobia. I never identified them as me but as these beings or entities affecting me. That may be helpful for you, it may not be.