-but for the first time in so, so long I feel like I'm getting there.

And while is kinda sucks, I have to remember, this, too, shall pass one day.

-It's still hard. I still have to fight through the anxiety, but at least I feel like I can try. Like there is some reason to try.

It's a weird feeling. It feels like being lost, helpless. In something so mundane like talking to people. I'm still not completely fine. I still need time,-

-Over those 3 years I never felt the need to meet people. Never felt the need to go out. I was perfectly fine by myself. Or so I thought.

But recently I feel like something is finally changing. For better. I think I'm finally starting to feel at least some will to reach out to people.-