Social Anxiety and the Mask We Wear
I sat in my car crying my heart out. I couldn’t go in to the little restaurant for a lunch with new people. Here I was once again - we had moved AGAIN and I knew no one. My heart raced, my palms were sweaty, and I honestly thought I was going to throw up. My husband had me on the phone telling me I could do this - I had been a varsity cheerleader after all. I had spirit and personality. But not after so many moves and so many cold introductions. Not after so many new neighborhoods and so many cliques that didn’t want me, didn’t need me. When I finally stopped crying and pulled myself together I went in - and not a one of them had a clue I wasn’t the most happy little bird on the block. They didn’t hear about my tears for two full years and then only two of them learned the truth. Oh the mask we wear in front of others.