I went on vacation by myself and my anxiety almost kept me from doing it. Here is that story: My anxiety made the thought of traveling by myself terrifying, but I knew I needed to get away.
I was dreading work every day. I was creatively blocked. I was barely existing. My days consisted of working some, doing some schoolwork ( I’m an adult online student) and sleeping.
That was it. The spice of life was missing. There was no excitement for life and my depression was overwhelming. So I booked a cabin in South Dakota and hoped I would enjoy some time alone.
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