agoraphobia

Agoraphobia Can you imagine, all my life, I have suffered from agoraphobia, the fear of being exposed as the true me without a fig leaf to protect me from the scary world, yet I was hellbent on curing myself because, on that stage of life, all I needed was a push, which I found without any help from you. It began in Liverpool when I had three cafés to run when the morning fear was acute, only stilled by whisky. Yes, I was the boss, ok with a hole in my heart, I knew I was a fake Nervous breakdown doctors were not told why you got into trouble, they thought it was about drink. It was not that simple; it was about a fear of the open, alone going back to childhood. The people trained to help looked another way I cured myself by understanding what I had to avoid: drunks; I retired, which was easy because they thought I was a hopeless alcoholic, but drinking was never my problem, You were my problem, with your college education set you, and after reading a few books, thought you knew about the human condition.