I will preface this by saying, I’m in a good place with my anxiety. However. Today I remembered a...

I will preface this by saying, I’m in a good place with my anxiety. 

However. 

Today I remembered a time in college when I wouldn’t leave my dorm to go buy or refill my water bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and too anxious at the thought of leaving that room. I can’t even tell you why–I think it was a combination of not loving myself and thinking about standing in that line and making small talk with a cashier who may or may not comment on how often they seem me in that little shop. 

There are days when I still get anxious at the idea of going into grocery stores. Or the post office. Or ordering food (I hate ordering food). 

I don’t think I’d be a functioning human if I didn’t have a wonderful husband who runs errands for his anxious-ass wife.