I discovered agoraphobia whilst talking to my therapist. She described the way she felt like a deep dive without an oxygen tank every time she went out of her house. I wiped without realizing I had felt that way for years.
I thought it was normal to have a panic attack every time I went out: why wouldn’t we be in panic? I live in a country where 11 women are killed every day, police are more related to abuse than protection, and have survived a War on Drugs and an abusive relationship. Wouldn’t you panic?
But they say love saves, and love saved me every time. Last year I fell in love with someone who fell for me, isn’t it lucky? I didn’t believe in relationships that started with a router and internet connection, but love was born and blooming, even through a screen.