Agoraphobia

Since I had that first panic attack in the elevator at work I have not been able to get in an elevator again.

I did try a couple of times. I was very nervous, but I knew I had to try. I got in the elevator and tried to stay put. I couldn’t stand it. I can’t even explain how or why, but I knew that if that elevator door closed and I was still inside I was certain to die. I saw the door closing and without any hesitation I reached out, stopped it from closing and ran out of it.

The next day I stood by the elevator door waiting for it to open. My heart started pounding so hard that I didn’t even dare go inside.

Since then I’ve been walking up the stairs 17 floors up and down every day. I started bringing luch from home so I don’t have to go out at lunch time. I need to do something about this!