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Saturday, September 30, 2006

LOVE

I have been in a relationship for almost 3 years...my longest relationship. I haven't talked much about it on this blog because of my own selfish reasons but I may change that soon. But I will tell you this...having anxiety problems and being in a relationship can be hell for both parties.

Until then...

Friday, September 29, 2006

BEING SHY VS. BEING PAINFULLY SHY OR HAVING AN ANXIETY DISORDER

THIS IS AN EMAIL THAT A READER SENT TO ME, I WANTED TO SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE BECAUSE HER THOUGHTS ARE SHARED BY MANY.

READER:
I just read your blog and I don't think you'll ever stop being shy. Just embrace the person that you are. Who says you have to be assertive and strong to succeed in life? I am impressed by your honesty but feel you'll feel even better if you stop fighting your bashfulness.
Hope I've been helpful.

DIARY OF A SHY BLACK WOMAN:
I don't agree. I am not happy this way. I want to express myself. That is the nature of social anxiety. It's not about being shy...don't let the name of the blog fool you. It's about having debilitating anxiety to the point where I can't live my life. I can't progress. It is a problem. I feel like I am missing a leg. Some people are shy because they choose to be...they don't like to talk...they are reserved. I don't choose this...I somehow became this way from my environment...from the way I was brought up. When I think back to when I was 4 years old, I use to express myself but somewhere around the age of 8 I started to become more scared to express myself. I started to feel inferior.

EASTBOUND


I move back east this week coming up. I am so excited...I miss my family so much and I miss home. My last day of work at the bank was yesterday. I gave my boss 2 weeks notice and I told my team about 1-3 days in advance. I told the girl who sat behind my cubicle an hour in advance. I am so quiet at work that I did not think anyone would really care anyway and I was to shy to even bring it up fearing that I would get an embarrassing reaction. However, people acted like they were sad to see me go. My manager was sincere...i could tell. I wish I get a manager like her again...she was very helpful when she found out about my anxieties. She made my going to work more bearable.

I worked at a bank that most of you have heard of. Hopefully I get a job with the same company in NY but if not I have some other companies that are interested. It will be hard to adjust to a new work environment again but I have no choice. I have to pay my bills.

I have so much packing and logistics to take care of. I don't know how I am going to do it all but I will try. With that, let me get going...

Until then...

I AM STARTING A NEW ANXIETY PROGRAM...i hope it works

I read a book called From Panic to Power years ago and I felt like the author really knew what she was talking about. The book was down to earth and not filled with medical terminology and outrageous concepts. However, merely reading a book will not cure my anxiety. It didn't really do much for me but it did make me more knowledgable about my anxiety and I did come away feeling more hopeful. The day I purchased the book is still vivid in my mind. I was at a Barnes and Noble bookstore in the Upper East Side of Manhattan or was it the West Side...my memory is a little blurred right now...but I was in the self help section near tons of anxiety books I was looking for a miracle. I remember looking through book after book and needless to say, I was feeling overwhelmed but I narrowed my choice down considerably. Then a lady...a slim brunette woman who looked sophisticated and so together, came up to me and recommended the book, From Panic To Power - so I bought it. If she had not helped me out I would have been searching for at least another hour.

The weird thing is when I got home, I took a good look at the author, Lucinda Bassett's, photo and she looked a lot like the lady in the bookstore. I wonder if it was her? I may never know but ever since that day I have seen commercials and infomercials about the Stress and Anxiety Center that she started and I kind of feel that this program may just be exactly what I need...exactly what I have been searching for. It was right in front of my face for years but I just looked away. So I am going to purchase it right now...today. Why wait any longer to live my life?

I hope it works because I am on a tight budget and I would be so discouraged if it did not help me. If anyone else would like to learn more about this program or just learn more about anxiety just visit the website: stresscenter.com. The website is very resourceful even if you don't buy the program and there is a forum as well. Moreover, you can take a free assessment. I can't wait for my program to arrive. Here goes nothing...

Until then,


Attacking Anxiety Program & the Midwest Center - Official Site

Monday, September 18, 2006

Where did my vacation go?


I had an entire week off from work last week(vacation time!) I spent the entire week catching up with my College Algebra assignments and by the time today rolled around I wasn't sure if I would actually be relaxing more at work then I did at home the entire week.

In 2 weeks I am moving back East and I am very happy but at the same time I was thin when I moved out here and now I am overweight...not quite "fat" but definitely overweight. I am nervous about how people will react but I miss home so much that 75% of me doesn't care about that. However, I am not looking forward to people making a big deal out of it and embarrassing me. I have been exercising and eating less for the past 2 weeks. I have been dancing in my bathroom to the new Beyonce album. I exercised 4 out of 7 days last week. I weighed myself at the mall and was disappointed because I've only lost 2 lbs so far.

It's funny how the littlest things can ruin my day. I could be having a pretty decent day but one little anxious moment will have me replaying the events in my head over and over and over again until I feel depressed. Then something else will happen which will add to the thoughts that are replaying in my head...then something else...and by the end of the day, I feel depressed, drained, worried, and regretful.

Tomorrow, I have to find the courage to talk to my manager about my leaving. I want to give her my 2 weeks notice no later than tomorrow. Hopefully, I do not avoid this situation all together. My manager knows a little bit about my anxiety because I had no choice but to tell her after I was asked to bring in a doctor's note which clearly stated that I was was seen by the doctor for anxiety. She (my manager) was very open to helping me ease my anxieties while at work. Moreover, she is always encouraging me. She is the cutest thing. She has short blond hair and she is probably about 5'1". The irony is that she is very blunt and when I learned I was going to be on her team, I thought I wasn't going to like her - but I was wrong.

Last night, I received bad news about an online magazine that I have been working on for the past 2 1/2 years. A publishing company contacted me about 6 months ago (maybe more) expressing interest in my magazine. They told me they were looking for a project to fund and that they would supply the writers, photographers, editors, etc. The representative told me that he wanted to set up a meeting. After several back and forth emails, I contacted him and asked him to call me and I told him I would like to schedule the meeting for September or October. He did not respond to my email. I waited a couple of weeks and then re-sent the email and he still did not get back to me. I finally had something to make me feel like I am not a failure and last night I got the devastating news, while going through my email, he basically said he changed his mind and offered no reason. I am crushed but I will get over it. I am thinking about putting my magazine dreams aside for now. I am going to focus on successfully completing what is left of my Bachelor's degree and then maybe I will refocus on the magazine. Besides, I can't take acting out of my mind. I want to try my hand at this or I will never regret it when I get older. I have dreamed of being an actor since I was about 8 years old. I use to watch TV all the time because I felt safest when I was all alone in my room and watching my favorite TV shows. I fantasized about being an actor ever since and not I am 29 and still dreaming. I have a small acting history...very small...and each experience has always been amazing. It is not that hard for me to act because I am someone else with scripted lines.

I am rambling tonight. I will go now but I have so much more to share about my love life, my other goals, etc.

Until then...

(Today is my mom's birthday...i spoke to her over the phone while getting ready for work in the morning and it was good to hear her voice. Of course, I did not talk much, but she understands me...i think...i hope. She told me that the youngest child always bears the burdens of the family. I am the youngest and so is she. She advised me not to let the burdens fall on me.)

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Stay tuned...

I have been feeling very down lately. I am basically a mute at work and I feel so weird all the time. I don't get it. Why do I act this way? Why do I feel so inferior and scared around others? Who cares what others think...right? I am way too stressed out to write more tonight, however, I am off from work next week and plan to share a lot more about what has been going on in my life.

It is almost 4 in the morning and I am still awake because I have so much on my mind and I feel like people take me as someone they can treat like sh@# because of my soft spoken/shy demeanor. I had a supervisor speak to me in such a degrading way today and I just smiled through the pain like I did not get that he was rude to me. I am almost 30 and I am scared that I will always be this way. What is wrong with me? Why do I have to even deal with this problem?

I look around at work and see all sorts of people just talking and walking around and just being free and I wonder why I feel trapped in my own body. I sit at my cubicle and take calls and sometimes I avoid going on my breaks just to avoid having to get up and risk any interaction with others or any sort of attention. I feel like there is an invisible cage that I am stuck in and I just can't figure out how I made my way into this cage.

It doesn't make sense. People tell me that I am pretty...they tell me I am smart...but for some reason I just feel like a freak. And now that I have gained about 30lbs it doesn't help the situation. I feel like everyone is better than me or something. I am not even sure if that is the root of all this.

It's ridiculous. There is so much I want to do and I am slowly dying inside. I hate myself sometimes yet I feel sorry for myself because I don't think anyone can understand me but me.