My heart is fucking broken. I just want to take a sedative but I think I will try to feel pain for awhile. Klonopin numbs me so much that sometimes it’s hard to really know what I’m feeling.
I’ve been housebound for about almost a year now but in the last two months, I’ve moved to my bedroom. It’s like a prison within a prison. Idk if that’s correct to say that but it’s the way I feel. I’m supposed to be going to my door and standing outside of it for 5 minutes a day this week for my therapy and I can’t even open it. I’m really starting to lose it. Is there anyone that has gone through this. Like moving into another room?