Well I had my psych appointment with the psych and hubby today.

My psych talked about how hubby can help (push) me to get out more often. She suggested just starting with a 10 min walk each day which I reluctantly agreed too. Doesn't seem hard on paper, but in real life it terrifies me.

They seemed to have a good conversation. I just sat there trying to hide my anxiety and felt like at stages I was just a third wheel.

Don't get me wrong, I am lucky to have a husband that is so supportive, but sometimes I just want to curl up on my bed and ignore the rest of the world.

That was the whole session gone. So no chance to talk to her about what has been happening this week.

Spent the rest of the day hiding from the world and myself.