What do you do when someone comes to stay and doesn’t leave?
It happened once in my childhood home. My parents felt imposed upon, but they didn’t say anything. After all, she was family, albeit distant. So they put up with her for two months until she finally returned to South Africa.
Social anxiety has been my unwanted guest for fifty years. I haven’t just told it to leave; I’ve fought against it. And lost. It never went back to where it came from – wherever that is. So now I’ve accepted it’s here to stay. In fact, I’m making friends with it and turning our relationship into a partnership.
If it weren’t for social anxiety, I wouldn’t have created the book
If it weren’t for social anxiety, there wouldn’t be a
If it weren’t for social anxiety, I wouldn’t be an author.
I have a lot to thank social anxiety for. I’d still rather it hadn’t come to stay.