I can identify some with this. Before my divorce, everything seemed fine. At times, I was the life of the party being a smartass, getting people to laugh. Afterwards, I totally changed. Some days I don't even want to get out of bed because I feel safe under the covers. Some days I hate going to the grocery store because I will suddenly get a panic attack, feel like everything in closing in on me. I have more than once had to leave my roommate standing in line while I booked for the door to get outside to calm down. Holiday shopping at times drives me crazy because of the crowds. Even though I like going to the clubs, a few times I had to leave early because of that. I feel safe staying in my basement room, avoiding even my roommates and they understand and don't crowd me. It sucks because I also like going out whether to the Red Apple to hang out with people from here or the park just to shoot some pics.