I have this fear as well... agoraphobia i think it is called. I have been trying for over a week to gather the courage to go outside and plan my garden. The garden, for me is a purpose, a distraction, one that brings healthier activity and foods to my life. It is also a way to share with neigbors, community organizations, because i always grow more than i can consume or store. I can't eat and store 50 heads of cabbage (the number of seeds in a pack many times)... or the amount of brussels sprouts off 50 plants... It is also something that I don't have to do ALL the work in order to make it happen. Yes, gardening involves work, but the sun helps the plants grow and the rain, and the nutrients in the soil... much of it is done when i am not around.
But I haven't been able to be outside alone for more than a few minutes in weeks. Panic attacks have been coming in waves, being triggered by even minor things, -even getting a piece of good news... Now I open the door to step outside and i hesitate, and then feel exposed and raw and have to close the door, lock it and lock myself further inside the house. I even find myself frozen, afraid to move from my chair, even to the point of almost not making it to the toilet in time. It makes me feel so weak and helpless,
Thank the gods that it doesn't last forever. But I find myself needing others with me more, in order to leave the house.
I didn't really notice how deeply this has affected my life until recently. It has actually been creeping up for years, getting worse and worse a little at a time, until the traumas began to multiply.