ostensible smiles, and clammy palms, whirling thoughts, and checking if you're still breathing.
treacherous mouth, please don't blurt anything stupid. you anxious heart, fulfill normal speed.
the truth is i feel exposed. there, i ******* said it - vulnerable and small, adorning my favorite shirt, now soaked through.
tracing eyes looking my way, pinning me down my seat. i am fine, i promise. ignore my unworthy presence, please.
what i hate the most are interactions like this - conversations with the person trapped inside my head. she's me. she's unreasonable, tired and scared.
for how can a room full of people choke you without laying a finger. make you squirm. make you hide further. shrinking into a corner. until you're just a sweaty frigid wall of anxiety.
Social anxiety is so hard to deal with. For me, this is what it feels like to have it. The struggle with social anxiety makes simple tasks turn into small battles. Some people think we're being irrational but things like this shouldn't be treated with ignorance. To everyone dealing with social anxiety, I know that it's tough but you've made it this far. You're tougher and I am proud of you for being brave even when not enough people understand what you're going through.