It begins

I used to keep my door open. I did my homework in the kitchen as a kid and studied in coffee shops in college. I love public transportation. Recently it's been too much work. It's tiring to navigate public spaces, to let myself be apart of it. Secretly, I feel like too much of a burden to be out and about. Like the little old ladies that drive 20mph in the 25 zone. People around me operate at 35mph, and I at 15. And it's too hard to explain why. And it's too hard to brave the inconsiderate remarks. Too hard to tolerate the pity. So. I close the door.

That sounds depressing. It's not supposed to be. It's just the way it is sometimes.