I desperately want to be anywhere but home, but I cannot leave. I can’t drive and have nowhere to go. All of my friends are either always busy or are way to far to even consider picking me up. I simultaneously feel lost and stuck. The only people I talk to regularly is my immediate family. I always neglect to tell my therapist if anything is wrong because I’m just so happy to be talking to anyone else and even if that wasn’t the case I’d be to scared to say anything too intense. I don’t know what to do. All this is only making my steadily declining mental health worse. I’m nowhere near my lowest low, but I can feel myself slipping back there and it scares me. I often refer to my room as a safe space, but it’s starting to feel more like a self made prison that I never made a key to. I know things are bound to get better eventually, but that never fills me with any comfort. I’m an stuck in the same house, the same room, with the same people and I want to leave. I’m not sure what to do.