This morning I had my first MAJOR anxiety attack while getting ready to drive for the first time in over a month. I was dizzy, nauseous, and my eyes would not focus.

With my Agoraphobia, I don’t get out very often. It takes advantage of me when I am down and lately that is way to often. Approximately 4 weeks ago I had surgery to debride my foot wound. Since then I have had to limit my activity outside the house. My car is a piece of junk, it needs brakes and exhaust plus the drivers seat is broken, where it connects to the floor, on the left side.

I had to stand outside the backdoor and visualize myself getting in and driving. I was sweating profusely and it’s cold and windy outside. Finally after several minutes I was able to get in. I drove once around the block and came back home. That was such a major issue and I am glad I proved to myself that I could do it. I gave myself a star for the day.

When my sister was born in 1969, my father went through a tough time. I don’t think postpartum depression was even a condition back in that time span. I just saw this article written by Karen Pallarito of the Chicago Tribune and encourage fathers to take a look at Dads also suffer postpartum depression, often silently.

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People who aren’t feeling all alone can never understand what it’s like to feel it. When I first met my current talk therapist she listened to my description of what I was feeling and she used the words loneliness and hopelessness.

Check out this article I just read on loneliness.