Finally left the flat.

That's the thing about agoraphobia, leaving the flat is a major event that needs pre-planning - careful with what I eat beforehand, no man-made fibres in the clothes I'm wearing, bottle of water, comedy podcasts on phone to distract my overthinking brain.

No panic attack, but I'm now a little stressed - I need photo ID to rejoin my old surgery, but my passport is expired and my driving licence is still registered to my parents' address. Tried to update my driving licence online. I got halfway through when it told me I couldn't go any further because my passport is out of date.

*sigh*

Bloody passport. I've got to search for a recent (eligible) photo now, because going to the Post Office is problematic. There used to be one across the road. It won't surprise you to learn that closed that one. The one by my old house is a bit of hike for my lacking-in-energy body, and going into the city centre is still a big challenge mentally.

I know there are worse problems in the world, and these issues will be resolved, but when your mental & physical health is, I wouldn't say poor, 'problematic' the slightest thing can suddenly feel overwhelming.

Heigh-ho.

Here's a blip of the main building of my block of flats.