Our parents try to mold us into their image and society tries to ensure we stay in line. The framework you are born into is supposed to fit like a glove, but it doesn’t always. It doesn’t make sense but buried deep inside yourself is a truth that’s longing to break free and you can’t explain why.
This is how I feel about most aspects of my life, but today we’re going to focus on gender.
I hate to say it, but I am a party pooper. Not for your parties, my own. Social anxiety affects many facets of my life; it does not take a break on my birthday.
I am a tragic creative. No, not distressed or sorrowful. I mean tragic in the way that mid-2000’s teens insult you. I am sure you are too; trying to balance creative endeavors, taking care of your physical and mental health, and probably working a full-time job you don’t love.
Today, we are taking a break from being cynical and appreciating our friends.
Content warning: Discussion of violence and assault
There is so much tragedy in the world; it’s hard to feel like there’s any good. 2016 was an insane year for my family; the holiday season hasn’t been the same. This year I am choosing to focus on being thankful for everything I have.
Love is weird. I don’t need to say more than that. But when you find someone or someone(s), it can be the start of an amazing adventure.
There is a common misconception that being an introvert means you must have some form of social anxiety; the two terms are not interchangeable nor mutually exclusive. Introversion and social anxiety share some commonalities, but they do not necessarily go hand-in-hand.
I thought it would be nice to share my experience as an introvert with social anxiety would help differentiate the two.