Wow, I finally did it.
I walked out of the front door...and kept going. I made a trip to Portsmouth today, where I spent the afternoon looking around shops, followed by a drive along Southsea seafront. My mate was driving, I'm still sans car. That's my very first trip outside all year. Altogether, the first time in around 9 months or more!
It was really hot and sunny so that made everything a lot more pleasant and easy going. I wanted to buy some clothes but my mate's not really into shopping, and certainly not for clothes, so I tired of that quite quickly. Hey, I need a shopping buddy.
No panics during the course of the day and still feel ok now. I'll probably sleep well tonight though. I mean, one day every 9 months, the body can't that kind of pressure can it? I even managed to talk to a girl in HMV. She works there, does that count? Anyway, she didn't seem to register she was talking to a complete basket case, so It would seem that I can still pass for a 'normal' person, at least momentarily.
I documented part of the day. I think I shot around 200 or more photos, to prove to myself I did it, so might upload a few if they're not too boring.
I wonder if I'll get the taste for this now?