Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving


I got stuck. It didn’t happen all at once, but the end result is the same. I exist almost exclusively inside of a 10 foot sphere of space. My agoraphobia seems to have reached it’s ultimate potential. Some days it isn’t so bad. But even those days take monumental effort. Like walking uphill through molasses. … Continue reading Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving

The Function of Boredom


I’m bored. Painfully, excruciatingly bored. I took my medicine, I’m not anxious, I’m not actively avoiding anything. I’m simply bored. I have at least an hour before the kiddo will get back from his friend's house, and The Hub and The Sub are still asleep. I have nothing I have to do or need to … Continue reading The Function of Boredom