Holy crap, I miss the days when my agoraphobia wasn’t here. Before I was 21, I was able to fly across the country alone and I was totally fine. I did it for college back and forth.

Now I’m 26, and I’ve chickened out of the last two flights I’ve scheduled. I just can’t get myself on a plane and it’s just eating me on the inside. My partner loves to travel and I’m scared I’m not going to get over this. And my family lives 2,000 miles away - I haven’t seen them in three years.

I’m currently in therapy, I’m on Lexapro but idk, it feels like it isn’t working. It’s not like exposure therapy can be incremental. You either fly or you don’t. It just sucks.