I'm Afraid to Go Outside

Ever since I moved to this new city, I’ve been terrified to leave my apartment. It sounds silly, but every time the elevator dings and opens on my floor, my heart races. What if someone sees me? What if they don’t like how I look or talk? I know it’s irrational because people are just that, people. They have their own lives and probably aren’t thinking about a new neighbor with greasy hair and baggy sweatpants (my go-to outfit). But still, my anxiety takes over, leaving me stuck behind the safety of these four walls. It’s pathetic, but I’m okay admitting it because I know I need to push past this fear somehow.