This is going to be one of the posts where I touch on religion. Even though this thread is meant to ask a spiritual question I feel I should still let you know. If you don't want to hear me out please skip over my post. I can't force God on you, nor should I. It's up to you to find him yourself. I'll try more to share from a personal position and less to preach.
When approaching my inability to leave my apartment and/or socialize with guests I ALWAYS look at it from a spiritual standpoint. This is because a big part of the things I say and when sharing myself with others, it always leads back to this. Some of us, if not most, have these afflictions and don't understand why. We see doctors about it, they may be helpful, but I'm sure a lot of you go home unsatisfied. No doubt I can admit to this.
I enjoy many subjects of conversation. I may be bad at placing myself in the correct setting, but when I get going on a topic I don't stop (as you may see here). My wife is my biggest listener. We like to talk about these kinds of things all the time, daily even. She has a friend who comes over every once in a while and she loves talking with us as well. The one conversation I hold above the others is spiritual battle. The tug of war between good and evil, because that's what it is. In our minds were actually being pulled back and forth, but with one key difference. God has already triumphed, so when Satan pulls on you it's an act of desperation. Here on earth we're actually in the devil's cross hairs, this is where he reigns. Those days when you feel you're at the darkest corner of this universe, the truth is you probably are. You can see it everywhere. It's so much easier and fun to acknowledge the devil's existence in this world than it is God's. The fact he has such a simple grip on our atmosphere makes this so.
That being said I'll get to the point. Upon stepping out my door I feel that grip take hold of me. Crushing and compacting me along with the rest of us. Holding me so tightly that even the thought of taking another step forward is unspeakable. I promptly return to my hiding place, my prison. I hear him everyday taunting me through these walls. Waiting at my door with the occasional knock, sending me into a panic. Wondering if today is finally going to be the day when my options have run out. The day that I'm pushed as far back into that corner as I can go. When all those misplaced emotions are squeezed to the brink.
As bad as it gets, in the end I know what I need to do. I know what's behind this torment. No doctor has convinced me otherwise. I may never function properly here as long as I let myself be so easily persuaded. I hate seeing the truth, but I feel it's empowering.
My advice is to try and prevent your problems from being obstacles and start making them opportunities. Chances to get a little wiser, self-aware. The devil is everything that God is not. God is love and understanding in their purest forms. You have a devil taking advantage of this, twisting it into another way to control you. He IS deceit, and when allowed he WILL deceive you. His favorite trick is convincing you he isn't there. Leaving you sure that you're one step ahead of him. He won't hesitate to show his position by leading you straight over a hole. Going down face first, cursing and blaming the aperture. Clueless to the real cause, abandoning you to receive the outcome alone. The only way to avoid this is to get on the correct pathway, the one paved and unchipped.
I'm fighting hard to speak these days, I'm quite overwhelmed. So I'll do my best not to remove this post. Forgive any misspelled words.