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366 Days of Writing Prompts – Day 97

April 6, 2016

Third from the top

Head to your favorite blog. Scroll down to the third post in
the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into
a new post of your own.

I can always find something to ponder over at Calen’s blog. In her third post, third sentence, she discussed being homebound. In the case of her post, she is referring to the elderly, but I can recall an instance in my own life when I was homebound for an entirely different reason: agoraphobia.

It is difficult to put into words the fear and anxiety one has when agoraphobia raises its nasty head and devours you. Your heart pounds, you palms sweat, your knees buckle and the mere thought of leaving the sanctuary of your home leaves you a trembling mess. If you step outside that door, surely you will die. Yes, it is that debilitating.

I had a mild case of agoraphobia back in 2004, but thankfully it didn’t last. But then in 2006, it reared its ugly head again and consumed me for several years. It didn’t occur constantly. There would be some days that I could get up, get dressed and go out and about. And then out of the blue, I would have an important event to attend and became powerless, defenseless to that gruesome beast. I would literally be homebound for weeks at a time as a result.

This caused quite a stress on my marriage. My ex-husband was a fluttering butterfly. He loved going out to the market, walking along the river, visiting family or just taking a ride somewhere, but he wanted me to tag along, always. There would be whole weeks where this was just not possible and he couldn’t or wouldn’t understand. We had so many arguments over this, which didn’t help the anxiety I was already experiencing.

I am not exactly sure when the agoraphobia left. I think it was a gradual retreat over many years. There are still times though when I know I have to go somewhere and I begin to feel that dread within me. Thankfully, I know now to sit quietly and breathe. To focus on just my breath or my pet rock. But once you’ve experienced agoraphobia, it can return – unwarranted, unwanted and unexpectedly.

How about your, dear readers? Ever been homebound or assisted someone who’s homebound? Share your thoughts with me in comments.

  1. So glad you are better now! I don’t know anyone with this condition. Your blog touches so many lives in a positive way.

    • Me too, Linda 🙂 and thank you… that is all I can hope for.. helping at least one other person cope 🙂

  2. Oh my gosh, Lori! You’re so prolific!!! And what a beautiful site. Good post. Am familiar with that, not because of myself, but because of Fimnora. She really struggled with it for a time and on occasion it still bothers her. You two have a lot in common. {{{Lori}}}

    • Thank you, Calen 🙂 Yes, I’ve read some of Fim’s story. We do seem to parallel a lot. (((Calen)))

  3. I have worked a little with people who have this debilitating condition. It is as you describe – overwhelming.

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