I need to “go to work”, but I hate my job. It is nice that I can work from home because otherwise there would be no work for me.
I hate to leave my house. I absolutely hate it, for any reason.
I am not very sure why I hate it so much.
My Mimi used to tell me how this one time she had agoraphobia for four years and couldn’t leave any further than the perimeter of her yard.
She said it was because, one day, when my uncle was young, he rigged firecrackers to every one of her kitchen cabinets so that when she opened one, all of them exploded.
Mimi said after that was when she got real nervous.
Nobody tied firecrackers to my kitchen cabinets…I think they just tied them to my brain.