Imprisoned In My Castle

Dorothy Rowe’s book on depression talks of the prison that we create for ourselves. I feel isolated and imprisoned in my home because my anxiety means I don’t like to go out or to speak to people. My head says I don’t want to go out, and even if I do go out, it can be difficult to speak to people.

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