The first blog post is the hardest. After several failed
attempts to write, I sit here wondering why I even created this. I have many
stories I could tell, insights to share, knowledge to pass on, but is it
relevant…
I feel a little bit like I’ve lost my ability to communicate with other humans.
Generally the only time I leave my house is to grab the mail
from down the street. I’m 24 years old and I’ve been like this off and on since
I was about fourteen. I don’t have any major phobias that keep me hiding. I do
leave sometimes, maybe once a week. I do everything I can to avoid people, I
even check the mail at obscure hours of the night when the streets are empty.
I’ve been like this for about three years now. I stopped drinking alcohol and subsequently all my friends stopped calling. When I was drinking I had a hard time being alone and I was always out staying with different friends (No hanky panky). I worked and got drunk with my friends. That was my life for about two years and at first it was wonderful, I had never been part of a big group of friends before.
The alcohol and drug use tore us all apart though. I never got into drugs like they did, but I was there with them. Everything just got so fucked up. I bowed out and now I am alone. Always.
