Though I’ve gone through a lot of emotions and reached some goals of mine in October I don’t know why I keep waiting for it to fall apart. I’ve talked to my sister about this and I know it’s just my anxiety trying to come for me and win. Not to say I’m cured of… Continue reading Longer Days
Ever since I opened up about my SAD and depression I must say I’ve felt a bit more free from it in more ways than one. I longer feel that shame whenever I do choose to share it with someone close to me but I still see how sometimes they still don’t get it. For… Continue reading The Unknown
If you read my last post you might already know I took a big step regarding my diagnosis of SAD. I went on my first real date, which followed by second and then third and honestly I don’t know how to explain the situation other than its different, scary and new and I’m just living… Continue reading Social Anxiety: Update
So a pretty big thing happened over the weekend. Friday the 13th to be exact. I went on my first date yes I’m twenty-seven years old and up until then I’ve never actually been on a real date before, it shouldn’t be such a shocker but that’s the way the world makes it out to… Continue reading Social Anxiety: First Date
I don’t have many friends and the people that I consider my best friends are related to me it goes from my sister to my cousins. Though we share a lot of things about each other and I’m certain I can talk to them about anything there is still that fear and hesitation where I… Continue reading For The First Time
Lately I’ve put myself second in ways that I know I shouldn’t because it puts my progress if there was any at a standstill. I feel I do it on purpose at times because it gets me to not focus on myself for a minute in a twisted way that makes me happy because I’m… Continue reading I come first!
I always get praise for having such a good long term memory I can remember things from a long time ago with great detail. A compliment I suppose? but really I just have my social anxiety disorder to thank for this “quality” of mine. Half of the time I remember them because really I cannot… Continue reading Misunderstood