Diary Entry : 6 May, 2020
2 years back on this day, I was diagnosed with Anthropophobia.
At first, I thought that it's just me imagining things. But when I started distancing my own family, I knew something is wrong. And when I got myself checked up, they discovered that I was in second stage of Anthropophobia.
Although the seeds were already being spread since my childhood, three specific incidents pushed me straight into stage 2.
Being a sensitive child, it was already very hard to accept harsh comments or reactions when all I ever did was being polite and obedient, but when serious trust issues started to appear in my family about me, I was devastated.
The person I loved, being a normal human being, had a few flaws. But those flaws, coldness, lookind down upon, were not acceptable to me.
And then two of my close friends tried to get more close to me, simply out of care, but that was totally trespassing my privacy.
So all this helped me land in a psychiatric department, as I didn't want anyone to be near me. I wanted to be absolutely alone.
My doctors told me that I was already nearing stage 3.
So my treatment got started.
Since it was a psychiatric case, we hid it from everyone else.
I broke up, without giving any explanations and blocked all my friends forever.
Although my doctors insisted me to involve some of my friends also in my treatment, but I straightly rejected, because I wanted to leave everything and everyone else behind and start a new life.
So it was just me, my doctor and my family,whom at that time I was bearing somehow.

After 8 months of the treatment, my doctor...