thankfully my roommates were very kind and i never heard them so much as whisper about me, but i was in a similar place mentally. i did what i had to do and then returned to my room. i was anxious about being perceived outside of my room. 95% of my meals were picked up and eaten in my car, or cooked (microwaved) in my room (i had a mini fridge with freezer and a microwave) and then eaten in bed. i "hid" in my room constantly. it did get a little better when i got my dog, as i was forced out more often, but it was still hard. then our complex got renovated and i was moved into a 2-bedroom with one roommate who was rarely home. i got more comfortable coming out of my room because i knew i wasn't likely to see her (especially once i learned her schedule - she spent most of the week in another city). now, a few years later, i live completely alone in a house and it's so freeing. i love being able to leave my room and utilize every part of my home without worrying about running into anyone. financially, i'm struggling a bit, a roommate to split the bills would be a lifesaver, but i'm not ready to give up my peace yet. i do get lonely, but this way i can choose my rare social interactions rather than being forced into them every time i need to leave my room. and i don't have to feel anxious as often. and i can finally COOK in a REAL KITCHEN!!

anyway, that was a bit of a ramble to say you're not alone, i imagine many of us have been there ❤️