So I don't go out much.
For a variety of reasons (busy with work/school, physical health, lack of things to do...). But I do, every couple weeks, go to dinner with a group of ladies who also happen to be knitters, like me. I was introduced to them by a long time (17~ years) MU* friend.
My anxiety and self-image issues being what they are, I've had myself convinced they only accept / put up with me because of her.
Today, we had dinner planned. Said friend had to bail because she was sick. Normally... I'd bail, in turn (as she's generally my ride). Today, I made myself go. Paid for the Uber to get there, even.
...and had a great time. I didn't have a single flare of anxiety, either. It was just a nice dinner (that satisfied a craving; I've wanted tacos for daaaaays) and one of them even gave me a ride home.
I call this a #win because of the lack of anxiety. I was expecting it to happen, even braced myself for it, but it never came.
I honestly think with the depression handled by drugs that finally (fiiiiiinally) work for me, I'm able to better manage my anxiety (without having the two compound each other).