An event occurred which made me write this thread.
I am feeling sad rn and controlling my tears. It's very difficult to fight social anxiety and to make people understand what it is. And with people stereotyping social anxiety nowadays for memes the real definition of this disorder is buried now.
Every day I get up in the morning with one hope of conquering my worst enemy, and somehow I get back to square 1. It's so difficult to control my heart palpitations and deal with dizziness. With no one to understand my problems and physical condition- I have to pretend that I am doing fine.
Like always I'll cry and try to get over it. But it's cold outside and I just recovered from nausea, if I cry rn I might catch cold again. Only if things were different and I wasn't a coward.
