Being Honest

Right now I have the urge to procrastinate. Every muscle. Every thought. Every impulse is pulling me away from writing this. Whatever ‘this’ is? But like how a child clings to her mum or dad with their little arms, not wanting to let go or like those cartoons when it’s really windy and your grabbing onto a lamp-post, here I am.

So what is it that makes me sit here? Somehow destined to write ‘something’ but I don’t know what. Well let’s find out shall we.

I don’t know about you but I find it hard to be completely honest here. I’m not talking about lying or what people may call ‘hiding’. But remember I’ve been conditioned by society to be a closed book. Just like you. That it’s somehow impolite to release that darkness in hope of light.

Take one of the most annoying things that happens all the time! So, you’re  pretty depressed. Right now you’re not in the mood for people. Let alone polite society conversations. But, you have to or supposed to rather answer that question. Yeh that question. Polite but does anyone actually care? How are you?

If you’re like me. Perhaps you’re not, but let’s go with it. You feel obliged to make some effort in your response. Especially since I get so entangled in judgement, but to that stuff later. So, I have to grab around my mind for an answer. And usually I get the same one. I smile as much or as little as I can bear and say the word fine. Because after all this is just a phatic conversation or what the Americans call ‘small talk’ which purpose is to create this illusion of meeting the other persons’ needs.

Yes, an illusion. Sometimes when we ask this question to others we expect a short response too. If I’d just met you and you asked me How are you? and I said Crap, everything is going all wrong. [Sobs] I’m constantly fighting myself. My therapist says I have Social Anxiety, Generalised Anxiety, Emetophobia… Things would get really awkward very quickly. The same thing goes with blogging.

To you I haven’t gone anywhere. Well within words. But in between writing the above: I’ve survived a driving lesson which consisted mainly of information bombardment; played the indecisive food game which meant a trip to the supermarket; temporary been distracted by family coming home and have been engaged by the parade of negative thoughts stomping in my head. So you could say my flow has been trampled on. That and it left it wide open to temptation to leave this post undone.

So here is for the honesty talk – oh no [shrinks back into chair and looks blankly at the screen]. There is a certain bravery to reveal your whole self. And perhaps in this way it feels as if a more flawed version of me – because well I’m anxious and depressed. I’m not suddenly write a of list how amazing I am. You know as well as I when you have to talk about yourself when your depressed to someone your brain doesn’t even count the positives. In fact it’s like they go whoosh past our minds. It’s kind of like all the positives are hidden under some Harry Potter style invisibility cloak.

I think more than anything else. I feel choked with expectations. Society’s expectations. The ones we want to defy but then get sucked into. I’m alone most days. Even just saying that makes me feel an attention seeker. The same way sometimes I’m made to feel like when I’m talking about my anxiety.

I feel trapped in my house, yet I feel utterly powerless about it. It makes me grudging and all the things I don’t want to be made out of. I say I’m only 18 as if it would be some sort of excuse for something. I decided University was not for me. I was eager to be a writer and a young business woman.

I finished school on a very anxious note. My anxiety had just reached a new level I had never experienced before. I was totally at sea, and although I told people about my anxiety and had done some CBT it wasn’t really taken seriously by my school. So, now I know before one of my exams I experienced some form of hallucination. But before you get freaked out it was when I was asleep. Apparently I was inbetween sleep and consciousness. I was having a nightmare that I was failing my exam. I felt like I was really taking the exam, but I could also see my room. Plus the nausea was horrible, especially with my fear of being sick.

But back to the other situation. I don’t know if you are in the same position as me? Isolated. Completely isolated. I’m trying. I swear I am. Making friends when you’re socially anxious without school is difficult. Everything is up to you. You have to go searching for it. So, although I do voluntary work once a week to combat my worries. I am looking for a ‘normal’ job because that’s what I ought to do. Plus it makes conversations go flat very easily.

But I always get in a muddle when I really think about jobs. Yes you earn money. Yes that’s well and good. You need money to live in this world. But the actual reality of work is that you experience the same world over and over then to get to a hard part. We’re told by society you either go to university or get a job. Then it changes to get a job.

Then your forced into this circle for life, where most of us are just chasing money with no real happiness. Doing things we didn’t want to do, for little pay.

Anyway. The fact that I’m unemployed makes me feel tainted. Looked down on by society. I’ve nearly reached a thousand words. So, I will write another honest post soon!

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Anxiety Diaries: 6th March 2015

Sometimes words can rub off on us. Give us boom-nows-my- time chill. You know what I mean, right? Well anyway sometimes that can be enough to spur those brain cogs on. Other times perhaps like now they’re going through one ear and out the other. That or like when you read those cutesy quotes you are ballooned with all this excitement. I’m not going to let anyone stop me… I can do anything. Then you’ve guessed it whether that be minutes or hours we are back to the same old same old.

Now here is going to be a collection of what I’ve learnt from the few days, I’ve clearly procrastinated from writing the blog. Speak. Not so hard is it you say?

A few days ago. I stood up in a small crowd of people and spoke. Why is that a big deal?

Whatever you choose to take from this, whether you believe in God or not. For me God had a lot to do with it. In fact, it was him who put my hand up, stand up and hold a mic. The me inside couldn’t comprehend how that happened. How I got here. Now this was it. Now I had to say something. There was no awkwardly trying to throw the mic at someone else. I had waited for this moment yet, I was frightened.

All the things I talked about saying had slipped from my noggin. I was terrified. Before my feet had been tapping in nervous anticipation. But then something happened. Words flowed elegantly from my mouth and people responded it amazingly. I had to remember the fear I felt was nothing in comparison to the fear that I was speaking for. This struggle I felt, my heart racing – the do I don’t I speak – is nothing. My prayer was answered completely.

What was I scared of? Judgement? Rejection? I have been a people pleaser all my life. I’ve always had this urge to please people, because I couldn’t stand if they judged or disliked me. That I have to eat everything to not offend someone. That I have to cover up my emotions, because it would be rude or impolite of me to do otherwise and so on and so on the list goes.

Listen to those thoughts. Yeh, I didn’t realise how ridiculous they sound either. Or rather I did, I just didn’t and don’t quite know what to do with them. Years in quotes and stuff people say ‘be yourself’. And I’ve been like yeh that’s so true. Yet in social situations found it hard to find myself, a version that’s not just acting for the other person.

It’s amazing to know that you can be you! It’s simple but it’s weird just how much you can forget it. You have a voice. Own it! Be it! Your voice is just as important as anyone else’s.

If something is coming up in your life that you need a bit of courage for, listen to this song Brave by Sara BareillesI want to see you be brave! Listen and really soak in those lyrics. It might not give you automatic bravery, but I tell you just close your eyes and visualise the positive outcome.

Whatever your feeling right now. Whatever life horrible rubbish that might be trailing you right now. Even if you don’t believe your entitled to these feelings. You’re here. You are loved. Look you’re getting through it and that ain’t easy my friend. And what does that tell you… that you’re amazing of course. You were made perfect. You are perfect, no matter how many comparisons you might think of. Everyone has their own sort of beauty. Let yours shine through.

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Anxiety Diary: 3rd March 2015

Right now I’m tired not only literally but also metaphorically. Inwardly I’m constantly exhausted. Even though I keep fantasizing about going to bed right now, I’m drawn back here, to you.

But, today when I got up. I knew I wanted to face my anxiety somehow, someway. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t jump out of bed and start singing like some cheesy Disney Channel movie. Mind you that would be great, if someone could my life for a constant musical that would be great. I would like a piece of that flawed optimism and over rhyming happiness any day.

Anyway back to the story. In my therapy session or whatever it is I am on. All we do is write-up behavioral experiments which you could imagine I would be thrilled about (detect sarcasm?). I mean come on, of course I want to get over all those things labelled to me. But, on the other hand I want to sit there roll in a ball like a hedgehog and pretend that the therapist just didn’t give me ‘homework’ that my whole body repels. It almost made my ears want to close.

The deal is this. And it’s going to pretty much suck for the 1st half at least. We are going to have to challenge ourselves, find out whether it met that showreel of crappy outcomes. Most likely it didn’t.

This is why today, I decided to walk to the library. Wow big deal you say. It’s not so much the walking part, but crossing roads and passing people. Sometimes my mind used to  and still from time to time will picture bad things happening like getting kidnapped, robbed – whatever. I did it.

I even made it my goal to look at least one person in the face, smile and say hi. I did that too. Which by the way I did more than once and it made me realise just how little people actually care and how unhappy people look. Not that it’s all about my list but I locked the door once (as therapist said without checking). There were other few bits and pieces that I was also able to do to, but I thought these would be good to share.

Although it’s daunting set yourself a few challenges. It’s not about ‘doing everything’. Or I have to get over my fear right now. It’s not even a I can’t do it or its too much. Challenges can be as big or as simple as you like. If you struggle getting up. Or your feeling low and find it hard to do things keep the list simple like: Get up, have breakfast etc. That way you can tick them off and feel like you have accomplished something. I’m telling you just a few being able to tick, cross whatever is on your list off gives just that bit of satisfaction you needed. And if you are anything like me it helps to take away the guilt of not doing things.

I don’t know what yet, but I will make a few post based on challenges. That way we can all support one another. Perhaps we could work on a 7 day challenge where we set a 1 goal for everyday? Let me know what you think.

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Anxiety Diaries: 27th February 2015

Why do we do it to ourselves?

It’s society’s biggest contradiction, out of many. A secret everyone knows, yet it still keeps its secret title. Because that’s what it feels like, two let’s be honest bitchy girls whispering into cupped hands that or when tired of obviousness is like the Mean Girl posse ready to throw the burn book at you. (You notice the amount of film references I have to explain). Sure you know what I’m talking about here? No?

Judgement. Society has two different dance crews. The 1st are the ones who step-touch to the beat of imaginary social laws. They like the technical dancer expect your dancing ability to meet a certain criteria – and will make it known if your moves don’t tick the tiny judging boxes. Then there is the other crew. The 2nd. They dance from the heart. In fact, they want to use their choreographic genius to break ordinary dance laws and be unique. Where are we? In between.

Let’s face it. We know about society’s invisible laws: to be ‘normal’, to not say what you think because its impolite, to be skinny whatever it is and I’m not going to write the epically long list. And we all despise them, right? Have you ever felt frustrated, ugly…stupid question everyone has. Why? Because of society’s image. Who is this society person, because it seems that everyone feels the same way about them.

Yet we feel this urge to please it. Be it. And a long way we fall into its trap and we begin to judge others. So like I said we are in between.

As someone with social anxiety judgement is one of my big stumbling blocks. (Be more positive) the thing I’m getting better with. If I’m honest social anxiety makes you not just fear judgement from others, but also makes you the ultimate judgey. I hate that.

If you get socially anxious, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Because at the end of the day you are judging them, judging you. You might judge someones appearance and deem them more intimidating or scary or whatever the thoughts that go through us. People to avoid.

It’s the exact same about people who are less fortunate than us. They need are help the most yet. Society as a whole has this weird ignoring system going on. We have been told to feel uncomfortable and avoid contact because really we are scared, we feel judged. Well what about them?

Today, I’ve learnt a lot about judgement. It’s easy to do and hard to silence. I don’t want to be judged, so why should I judge another? We are all human beings. Different but, fundamentally the same.

This is the lesson I have learnt. Over the past months I’ve had a revelation that I’m not obligated to anyone. It seems so obvious. That you don’t have to censor yourself. It’s like I couldn’t fathom how people could say no straight out to people that they didn’t want to go or something. But, I have also learned or rather working on not judging others. For me today that is where I took my step forward.

You reader whatever you are experiencing right now! Whether pain, confusion, anxiety, depression whatever it is. Here is some love. You are loved. You are cherished. Now have a beautiful day. And let’s not judge each others 🙂

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Anxiety Diaries: 26th February 2015

Today I pretty much feel like Madonna. And I’m not talking about me singing a Madonna Glee style mash-up with a hairbrush in a mirror which wouldn’t really be that weird considering we have got up to that point in society where we know we all do it (Lizzie McGuire movie style). Of course I’m referring to…[cough] oh sorry you didn’t get that? Let’s just say Edna Mode (Incredibles – Google it if you don’t know what I’m talking about) was right about the whole no capes thing.

As I watched (ex-theatre student here), saw that she couldn’t undo the tie around her neck. (If you haven’t heard or seen it, Madonna had a costume/performance malfunction.) I had this feeling that something was going to go wrong or at the very least out of time. It did. The dancers pulled her back and the lady went flying. Now I wasn’t going to talk about this. Because somehow I felt I would be adding fuel to a fire. And in the ironic sense of her lyric choice she got back up again, despite the lack of help from others. Simply amazing!

I’m still slightly afraid to be honest here. But, I too feel like I’m on pause at the moment she was in mid-air or rather hit the ground. My mind is split into two sides either give in to this low, darkness that keeps pecking at my shoulder – to the anxiety that has my thoughts annoyingly negative. Or to do something different. To find the hope. To pray and feel love. Not this crappy irritable haze that has you exhausted with your own self-hatred. I don’t want to be ‘moody’ with anyone. I’m fed up of a guilt if I don’t do this that or the other. A so intense guilt. Or to not even be able to make a decision on what I should eat – because this… that and if I eat this then it means I’m that.

The thing is people. It’s hard. Pah… way to point out the obvious. Right now give yourself a hug or rather imagine a hug from me. During my phase of excessive searching which I still do (trying to stop), I keep looking for this neat shiny answer. It’s the one in a way we all have been promised. But, we seem disappointed when we find the answer. Ourselves. Us. We are the only answer. You are the answer.

I know not the answer you were looking for, right? I felt and still struggle with it to. Can I really overcome this? In fact we often go back to the blame game or other basically Internet junk that says you will be cured if you do this…

It’s a toughie. A big humph. I suppose that’s what commercialism has taught us – if anything. But, that certainly doesn’t mean we should grumble and walk out the door. No, it’s good. We know the answer! We are it. Whether we believe it or not have the power. Don’t deny it, you know it.

So, for instance tonight I had the choice to host a pity party for one. To let my low moods engulf me. To not write. Right, now I may not feel perfect. I can’t deny that I don’t feel guilty for not ‘doing everything’. Or that I still feel uncomfortable and awkward when I talked to people today for over an hour.

That I haven’t got or job yet. Judged that I don’t have one. Stuck in my house because of all these emotions. So, there is a lot on my imperfect list. I know my mind goes over them every day. But, I’m moving forward, even if I don’t really believe it. Hey, I talked to people. I wrote this post. You remember too that the little things count. In fact you will realise, to you they weren’t little at all. Too often do we think we have to get over big fears instantly. Here’s the thing, we don’t!

Basically do what Madonna did! Get back up and give it your all!!

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Anxiety Diaries: 20th February 2015

I want to write, but don’t. My idea for this blog was not to influence people with my well-known pessimism or sarcasm, but to show a positive journey of overcoming anxiety. Let’s just say it’s not going to plan. And I have forgotten all the witty lines I thought of putting on here about an hour ago. In someway I feel I failed. But I guess you’re gonna hit some bumps on the road, stupid potholes! Humph

One word for today… overwhelmed. It was one of the gradual incline days. You know the ones your perfectly fine well ish and then something catches you? Cue emotional breakdown. You feel like you have reached what everyone has called Rock bottom. This must be it you think. What it’s meant to be like? If depression in height is the bottom then this must be where I am. I had been alone in the house, enclosed in its walls that I have almost become part of the furniture (is that a line from Oliver!?). Then some weird symptom has had me freaking out. It just set me off. But am I  at rock bottom, the invisible metaphorical place?

Well here is the glitter of positivity. Which has now just astonished me. It’s weird what can happen when you write. Today we walked, when I say ‘we’ I mean my mum and I to a cafe. Frustrated we couldn’t get into the cafe (hungry mind) with a view because a random wedding party was crammed in there. We headed back to the car. I noticed mum trudging beside me her eyes straight on the dull pavement ahead. She was missing it! The view was just there, beautiful and yet she was distracted by the ugly concrete slab. When I told her this she almost shuck her head in realisation. There while she was not looking, were clouds that looked as if they were the shading of a masterpiece not my reality. Perplexing nature, birds swooping down to the water logged marshes. Formed pools gleaming in the light which escaped the veil of the clouds. It was all there.

So, although I’ve had a good cry and have not been the perfect role model I wanted to be. This is my lesson of the day. Look at the view. It’s beauty. The many complexities. It’s already there. We’re just not turning our heads to it. Why is the concrete more appealing? Concrete is dull, man made it swallows everything up and paralyses.

Considering I like my metaphors. Not an English geek or anything – pah? Concrete can be our suffering, anxiety, depression, society’s opinion either way it encases us and draws us away from reality. The view is who we really are. I know beautiful is an over used adjective so I will find another. Ambrosial check that out! You are complex, human with all added complications and perhaps you and I with an extra helping. But, who doesn’t like an extra helping to an amazing desert?

I don’t need to know you to know how delightful you are. You are. Like the view you may be waterlogged with thoughts, have a few muddy areas underfoot, but when you look UP. The wider picture it’s there staring you in the face!

Hello Anxiety

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Anxiety Diaries: 19th February 2015

Dear reader I’m in serious need of a hug. Right now I’m like a balloon, all blown up and need deflating before that person (yes there is always that one at a party – not that I attend many) pops me.

Everything is sending me crazy. One thing and CABOOM! It’s like that bit in Finding Nemo when Dory hits one of those floating bombs at Bruce’s party. WATCH out for the anxiasaurus (that was a failed blend) ready to roar at the sight of judgement or rather my gurgling stomach.

I’m tilting over the edge. I’m constantly irritable and as hard as I try not to be mad. Know really that I shouldn’t be.  Another stampede of thoughts bombard me with why I should feel angry. Not helping brain. Do you get like this around people aka your family, friends?

I don’t know whether I should be using this many similes? But I feel as if I should explain myself than write a list of what I’ve done today or rather what I didn’t do. Yawn.

A minute ago I wanted to cry. I’m so frustrated. Just that I’m anxious about being anxious demonstrates an almost comical irony.

Here it is and I don’t know whether you feel the same. During these moments when my body is playing robot with tension and every vein in my body is a fuse connected to my heart, dynamite. Like when you accidentally speed a film too much that you missed the bit you wanted. I hate when that happens!

Part of you wants to be your heroic side. You know the person everyone chats about?Tries to fight the anxiety, attempting positive thinking while the other is tempting you, wanting you to not let go of anxiety. It’s like the moment when you’re not anxious about something you usually are. And that’s good progress. But a part of you feels weird about not feeling anxious. Then you feel as if you ought to be anxious. Yep it doesn’t make sense, but it’s true, right?

I started my day early. Good. But do you ever get so up tight when you don’t get to tick everything off your list? I try to shake the feeling of failure, but it keeps flying back at me and hitting me SMACK in the face.

Another thing, do you get these moments when you feel as if you can’t get up? Literally, I’m not referring to physical weight in any way. You want and don’t want to do anything, you literally feel glued to the spot, muscles giving in to gravity. There is something in you that just wants to bask in the lowness. Yet you feel so guilty too.

Oh yeh and walking past people today. Every time someone in view goes to walk past me I have to mentally prepare. I get anxious and don’t quite know what to do with myself. Normally I conclude that I should attempt a smile, but most of the time they don’t even acknowledge me.

So, I’ve been pretty negative today. Sorry people! But what have I learned is this: Anxiety is pointless. Harsh words, true. It never adds just takes away. Ask yourself: is this anxiety helping this situation? The answer would probably be no. It is no. It never will.

Thank you for reading you beautiful soul!

Hello Anxiety

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Anxiety Diary: 18th February 2015

Anxiety is a weird thing?

It’s like when you’re trying to fit your whole wardrobe into a suitcase, right? Of course you knew that you put too many things in the first place, but you need your spare pair of… just in case.

So, you sit on it. Use your ‘multitasking’ skills to jump on it like a monkey hoping the momentum will allow you to snap it shut or zip it whatever. That’s kind of what my anxiety is like at the moment. Overwhelming!

The excess clothing is like the excess thoughts just wanting to burst out. Or rather that I’m filling myself up, packing and packing until I can no longer deny all those thoughts. I can no longer close the suitcase and hide all the contents to the people I fear will judge me.

This passed while has been the toughest. Anxiety has taken over my body and it was no longer a matter of just trying to combat my thoughts. My stomach is constantly tense live wire. Scratch that my whole body is, especially my tummy! Appetite is playing hokey pokey, I can’t stop thinking about food being able to eat – not being able to eat. You know the what ifs.

My whole digestive system is playing a bad game of Tetris paused. I feel obligated to people all the time. My thoughts ring past me in a negative swarm constantly. Let’s just say for the first diary entry that I don’t feel all that good and there is hardly a minute goes by without feeling anxious.

However, yesterday I achieved something big. Well for me anyway. Normally, I’m the hide under the rock type. If you don’t know already I have social anxiety, so getting invited to places ordinarily has me in a worry frenzy. And it takes me ages to make a decision whether to say yes or no. On one hand for me, is the obligation I feel I have for the person inviting me and the other terrified voice that is telling me not to go or something really bad will happen. So, I seek reassurance from my family, hoping they would make the decision for me.

I think I will let you into my mind a second. When I get invited to something it takes over everything. All I can think about. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat constantly. For hours I will procrastinate, not make a decision. During that time I’m imagining all that could possibly go wrong or how awkward I’m going to be. I’m scared about being scared. My whole body feels a wreck. An annoying circle.

Yesterday being pancake day, I was invited to a social gathering – if that’s what you call it (I had challenged myself by joining a Church group to make some friends, scary stuff). My appetite has been low, my stomach tighter than anything and I can’t stop obsessing over what I eat so, I was really anxious that I would have to eat something when I was there and what then they would think of me. Or if I forced myself to eat it and be sick. That and all the social stuff… what will I say? Do I look ok? What happens if there is an awkward silence? Will they judge me etc?

Guess what? I had a good time! And I was able to say no! Two things I thought would never happen. I also started conversations and focused on asking others questions. Although my stomach is still in knots as I type, in a small way things are getting better in all the worseness!

This is the first of my anxiety diaries, so I should get the hang of it. Hopefully I will be able to open up more the more I do it, so I can show what it is like to live with anxiety! Thank you for reading and here is a virtual hug from me. It’s not easy. No matter what way you experience it. But we’ll get there, I know we will.

Hello Anxiety xx

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6 Social anxiety traits I’d rather not have

#1 Built in performance scanner

I swear it’s like I have this built-in scanner. Every time I talk to someone, which lets face it is not a lot. It’s like my mind is some weird sci-fi computer that scans me whoosh in waves from my head to toe. Do I look awkward? I’m I slouching? Am I in a weird position? I can’t remember all the thoughts, but you get the drill.

#2 Like Edward Cullen I can read minds

Sorry for the Twilight simile. I know, I know mega cheese. But, it was either that or the mystic Meg option. Yep I’ve talked about this one before. We like to think we know what everyone is thinking of us. But, of course there only thinking what we’re really thinking, right? Ugh how socially awkward is she/he…

#3 Over thinker, ain’t that an understatement 

The word overdrive doesn’t even put a dint into social anxiety ( I unexpectedly just wrote a pun). Anyway, you can ensure that I will come up with every scenario. Mainly consisting of the ones with some tragedy where I utterly humiliate myself just in hundreds of different ways.

Yep whether it’s practicing made up conversations in my head, I think about EVERYTHING. Way too much!

#4 No really I’m allergic to people

Seriously I am. If could use that excuse I would! But, when I’m in a social situation people other than my familia a red alert goes off in my head.

#5 My worst fear is judgement 

Don’t even get me started on this one. You don’t need me to tell you where this one is going.

#6 The biggie: avoiding social situations

I would love to hang out with someone without wanting to run away or make excuses why I can’t go. I don’t want to have to stay away from social situations like the plague. I just want to have what others do. To do things and not over think what I say, or the way my body is or how much every nerve in my body is telling me to run.

I want to be free.

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5 Things anxious people shouldn’t do, but do it anyway!

You know what I’m talking about, right? Those habits we slide into when we’re nervous. The I know-I-really- shouldn’t do  it but I just can’t quite stop myself. Well, here it is. These are 5 things I think anxious people do when they know they shouldn’t.

#1 Compare Ourselves

You can’t say you haven’t done this while scrolling down your Facebook feed. Admittedly, secretly jealous of the one who is always posting pictures of themselves somewhere exotic. You know the type.

It makes us feel like crap, but we still do it! Don’t think you can blag, you have done it once or twice.

We’re either trying to squeeze ourselves into a different person’s shoes. We’re not attractive enough, not as confident…la deedar. Or the complete opposite – as if we are in a competition of who’s worse off. Hello why would you even want that?

#2 Procrastinate

This blog is proof. We will find just about anything. A-N-Y-THING. Than to either face the decision on our doorstep or to do the thing we actually are afraid of.

So we would rather put off the decision until, it is staring us in the face. We’d much prefer to deal with something later, sound familiar?

#3 Over think

I’m telling ya, if you’re mind was a screen you would be creating pretty dramatic movies. There is no end in thinking of all the scenarios that could happen. Vivid images keep zooming through your mind of all the worst case scenarios. Soon your mind is tongue-tied.

#4 Research like Sherlock Holmes

This is why Facebook is so bad or really good. Ever checked someone on Facebook before meeting them – I have  haven’t. Looked through their timeline so you could be prepared of what to talk about. Ever researched so much into symptoms that you make yourself paranoid?

Basically spending a lot of time researching before making a decision.

#5 Hide

How many of us would rather hide than answer the front door? In a supermarket when you see someone you know? Pretend you didn’t hear something so that you don’t have to take part? Spent too long in the toilet because you didn’t want to go outside? A hedgehog defense mechanism of rolling into a ball when danger strikes.

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