I have had anxiety my whole life.
Well, I was unaware of why I am the way I am until about two years ago. Anxiety is defined as "A state of uneasiness and apprehension, as about future uncertainties". This is a very vague yet accurate definition.
Lets make this brief.
I look back at my childhood. Amazing. I had (still have) the best family. Everyone got along real well, always happy, lots of cousins, lots of fun! As I started to progress through grade school, I never had any best friends. I was always "friends" with everyone, but never spent any time with any children outside of school. If any of my classmates called me outside of school to hang out, I would make up excuses as to why i couldn't hang out. And it made me feel bad about myself. I was lonely, but i was very, very close to my family and my parents, so the loneliness never lasted long, and I didn't feel I was missing out on anything. I guess I just felt I was a shy and quiet kid and it didn't matter if I hung out with a lot of kids or not.
Jumping to middle school and high school. When every girl had a clique of friends and did stuff on the weekends, slumber parties, movies, girl talk...I didn't. I stayed home, with my family. And I never felt I was missing out on anything. I never went to dances, prom, football games with my friends, cruises, parties...nothing. But I was the sweet, nice, innocent girl that everyone liked, but never seemed to like to do much with anyone. As I got deeper into highschool, I kind of felt left out of stuff, but nothing too bad because when people asked to just hang out, I yet again made up reasons why I couldn't. But then I'd feel bad about myself for saying no. It was a cycle. I had a couple boyfriends, and I felt like a busy person when I had a guy to follow around. They were the only best friends I ever had, not a good idea. lol.
I never understood why I felt scared and nervous to be around new people, but I didn't like it. I would get all jittery, worry for no reason, sweat, worry I would say stupid things and that others would think I was the most boring person. From these experiences, I would avoid all kinds of social situations. All except the ones with my family because I was comfortable with them.
Looking back in hindsight, I was showing early signs of social anxiety. I just thought I was shy. But it got worse and worse.
This is my story.
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