Here's how this week went in Red-Cheeked Redheadtown! (That sounds like the setting of a very questionable, very niche erotic film. Probably Western.)
There's a time and place for working on overcoming anxiety, and there's a time and place for going easy on yourself.
I'm all for exposure therapy and reducing anxiety the old-fashioned way, but sometimes it's fun to (accidentally) think outside the box.
Medication is not a magic cure-all. For me, it's what lets me function well enough to do the deeper work, like therapy, and the physical stuff, like exercise. And sleep. And that's pretty amazing in my opinion.
Shyness and social anxiety can be confusing from the inside, so I can imagine they must be even more puzzling and vague for friends and loved ones.
I got SO BURNT OUT on trying to motivate myself to go the gym with the goal of getting smaller. Burning calories. Making less of me.
How many times have you wished you could go back and give your younger self a hug, or maybe a good shake, to spare them (you) from all the tough stuff that's still to come?