I rarely leave the house and when I do I hide my head in shame and I get so uncomfortable. I go on walks in the forest where I rarely see any people. I stay in my room a lot while I wait for a day where I want to live a happy life. It’s been like 2 months and I still can’t find the motivation. I used to look pretty and get attention and love it when I left the house. Now I feel like I don’t deserve to be seen. I have this deep dread to go anywhere past the end of my street, even when I’m all dressed and put together. Idk what to do, I feel like this will never end. I want people to recognize me as a living breathing human who isn’t insane for having relentless negative thoughts all day long. But I can’t get myself out there. I’m like super glued to my bed.