Its Name is Anxiety
Dear Violet and Allegra, Every new year it's a tradition for me and my family to go to the fireworks display held in our local community, but I'm going to sit this one out. As the clock turns into the first 00:00 of the next decade, I'll be exactly where I am now, which is sitting/lying down on my bed contemplating why my mind is built the way it is. Today I had an anxiety attack. That doesn't happen often for me, at least not in the last twelve months. Often I just put those damaging thoughts aside and distract myself by scrolling endlessly through my social media feeds. But today just had to be the day that those thoughts all built up and exploded, catching me completely off guard to the point where I cried in the parking lot of my workplace. I think the negativity of my thoughts stem from my battle with social anxiety. Every time I have to immerse myself in a social situation outside of my close friend group or immediate family, my mouth dries out, making my vo...