You very slowly let yourself open up to him. Once a few months have passed, you start letting your guards down. You know deep down that he deserves to know all of you, even the flaws and imperfections. He deserves to know all of you, even if you’re petrified for him to see all of you.
Anxiety is climbing a steep mountain through a blizzard. It’s trying to swim in a tsunami. It’s trying to breathe where trees have stopped growing. It’s trying to stay alive in the Sahara desert. It’s trying so hard to smile when tears flood your face. It’s trying so hard to be okay when you’re not okay.
Don’t judge. Never judge. Don’t push them to talk about it. Just be a listening ear. Be a shoulder for them to rest their tired head on. Be this person’s rock.
“I let myself believe I deserve to suffer.”
It is mind numbingly terrifying. Like you’ve been strapped in a non stop rollercoaster that has no intention of stopping. It’s the drop in your stomach type of feeling that feels like it will never end. It’s petrifying.
It’s sleeping over at their place to try to ease your aching mind. It’s not being able to relax because you’re so wrapped up in your head, instead of being wrapped up in his arms.
Being someone who I shouldn’t be is wrong and honestly it took me a lot of time to realize it. Shame on me. I wanted to be noticed, I don’t know why.
You refuse to go to parties where he’ll be because you don’t feel prepared to face him and his new date.
I’m the type of person that gets talked over during conversations. The type of person that ends up walking on the grass or behind the rest of my friends, because there’s not enough room on the sidewalk for all of us.
Nail biting. Foot tapping. Hair twirling. These small signs of nervousness may sound familiar for someone who has social anxiety. But social anxiety isn’t just nervousness — so for people who have social anxiety, these “nervous habits” can manifest in ways we wouldn’t expect.