Living used to mean more than stepping further than my back door.
I used to embrace the world, felt invincible to its occasional punch, even when I was in a pit. Then one day I woke up and felt like something had been taken from me. Going to the store became hard, eating without company and meeting up with friends - impossible. I woke up and I was deeply afraid of the world, the very same world I [once] saw with rose-colored glasses. But maybe that's what happened...maybe I took the glasses off.
Now living looks like taking my dogs for evening walks at the same, local park, until I feel confident enough to go somewhere new. It looks like making new friends and not worrying about whether or not it's all going to workout for the next 50 years. It's taking it one day at a time and not worrying whether I'm interesting enough, smart enough, creative enough - or just plain...enough. Now, it's about the little victories. Because one day, I won't be afraid and it'll all be worth it.