Therapy group for people with social anxiety:
“Ok everyone! We will begin introductions now! Who would like to start?”
“Looks like I will have to pick someone.”
Everyone either cries, goes into the fetal position, or throws up.
“At least I know I’m in the right group…”
Social anxiety is hard. I’ve had to deal with it my whole life. I have improved significantly over the years. Heck, I’ve even gotten married and getting that boy to notice me, ask me out, and actually working up the courage to go on dates was one of the hardest things I had to do. ( And for that I am blessed that I haven’t had to go through anything harder) He even admitted to me at one point when we were engaged that he almost couldn’t do it. He was close to calling it quits between us after only a few weeks of hanging out because I never spoke! But I prayed and forced myself to talk because I really liked this man. And I’m glad I did because it lead to me marrying my best friend and someone I won’t shut up around (although now he wishes I would stop talking sometimes).
But like I said, my anxiety has been much better. I still have it, but I can ignore it for the most part. I no longer have panic attacks and I’m not afraid to hang out with friends. That being said, something that almost always triggers my anxiety is change.
I just had the most wonderful winter break from school. It was my first Christmas and New Years as a wife and it was spectacular!! It was like I was living in my own fantasy world surrounded by the best people and having the greatest time. That only lasted about 4 weeks until school began again. Don’t get me wrong, I love school. I enjoy it. I am so happy that I have been blessed with the means to further my education. The only negative about starting school after a long break is that it is a huge change for me. And like I said earlier, change triggers my anxiety.
I’m not sure why this semester in particular made it so bad. It might just be because I had such a wonderful break and now it’s back to reality…but on Monday, my first day of classes, my anxiety was intense. My heart was pounding. I was sweating and shaking. I had a moment where I felt like I was going to pass out.
Eventually it wore off and I was “fine” for the rest of the day. I was physically and emotionally exhausted, but fine. The next day however, it happened again. I am already taking medicine for my anxiety, so I like to find ways I can help myself before increasing the dose because I don’t want to end up relying on my medication (especially since I can’t take it while pregnant and I don’t want to have panic attacks my whole pregnancy). So, I decided to cut out coffee.
“Hi, I am Paleeza and I am a coffee addict.”
Cutting out coffee is like taking away my life source. I need it to function. But it seemed like the best way to reduce my anxiety, so I persevered. Yesterday was my first day with no coffee. It was rough. I kept nodding off all throughout the day. I had a persistent headache. I craved caffeine. But! My anxiety was greatly reduced. It was hardly there at all!
Today is day two on no coffee. I am still craving it and I am battling tiredness again, however, the anxiety is still close to gone. I would choose tired over anxious any day. I am happy with my decision and that I was able to reach it on my own. Hopefully once I am back in the swing of things and the semester is not longer “new”, I will finally be able to drink that delicious goodness again. However, looks like for now I will have to be tired.