Joy4456
06-15-2015, 06:30 AM
I have been pretty upset at my anxiety lately and I have been trying to work out ways to cope with it better, or even heal it completely.
I recently discovered one very effective technique: not giving a damn what people think of me. I am still working on it, but I feel like I am finally breathing again since years.
Sometimes I feel like I've been misunderstood my whole life. Since I was a kid. Anxiety played a big part on that one.
When I was a kid I was a big scared and shy. I had trouble making friends and connecting with some members of my family. They were very intimidating to me at times.
Then I started going to school. I hated it there. I did not want to go and I would have preferred to stay at home. But I did what I had to do. I didn't like learning and got bored a lot sitting in a classroom all day. Anxiety wasn't the worst at that age. Teachers always said that 'I live on another planet' or that 'I am dreaming in class'. I have been told a lot that I was very creative though.
Then I turned into a teenager. I went through a very awkward age and had a horrible time. There was acne all over my skin, I had trouble at school, mood swings and way too many hormones. I was depressed. I had trouble learning because my anxiety became really bad and I did not want to live. I got so nervous when people and teacher's spoke to me, sometimes my mind would go blank and I was therefore considered 'stupid' and 'slow'.
Despite all my teachers not wanting me to pass, I still passed. I am not highly intelligent or a genius, but I am surely not completely dumb. It's just that a lot of people don't understand anxiety and its side effects.
In my late teenage years I became physically attractive. Not by choice, but it just kinda happened. My acne cleared out and I lost a lot of weight. I started receiving a lot of attention from men and started becoming popular at school. That helped, but it all seemed a bit superficial and I realized way too many people only care about looks. I did not feel in anyway superior just because of this 'physical transformation', it actually also put a lot of pressure on me. Girls started being jealous of me. I did not ask for any of this. I had no idea what was going on. I forgot about my anxiety for a while.. but it was still there somehow, although I was in denial for a few years.
I started being misunderstood a lot, people assumed from my looks that I was a bitchy, popular high school girl, who is hot and dumb and can get any guy she wants. Just because my looks changed? I was still that insecure pimple face inside of me.
A lot of people assume that attractive people don't have any issues. They have it all, why should they ?
What does anxiety have to do with looks ? Does turning into somebody attractive magicially cure all your psychological problems ? Some people must stop juging books by its covers.
I became popular involuntarily, I was still a nerd and did not like all this attention that was thrown at me. I just wanted a few best friends and didn't need a whole crowd of people. It soon became too much for me so I started avoiding a few people and parties. They got mad at me and called me 'antisocial' or an 'asshole' for not wanting to hang out. But for me it was a matter of survival.
I went to college and had a hard time coping with the stress of the exams. But I passed.
Then I entered the 'working world'. This was much more stressful than expected. I started from the 'bottom'. On my first jobs, some employers treated me like a complete slave and talked to me like I was dirt. The anxiety came running back like never before in my life. It felt like my childhood again. Many of my employers scared the hell out of me. They were freightening and mean. They abused the fact that I was 'weak' thanks to my anxiety.
Then I started having more job experience. I started getting more self confidence, and I started becoming more of a fighter. I woke up every morning, went to work and gave it 100%. I gave my absolute best. I didn't love my job, but I felt great for fighting. I thought nobody could see how anxious and scared I sometimes was. I thought I managed to hide it. That was until I walked into the big boss talking behind my back. He was telling a coworker that I was a coward. My whole world came crushing down, because I felt like I put in all this effort for nothing. I was still a transparent scared little girl. Powerless, is how they made me feel. Even after all the efforts I put in. I felt like giving up. But I did not. Not for this jerk, not for anybody.
I was like you know what? Enough with the name-calling. My whole life I've been called 'slow' and 'stupid', then I turned into a 'dumb bimbo' apparently, later to be 'antisocial', an 'asshole', 'weird' and 'awkward' and now a 'coward' after being a hard worker my whole life.
I am considering getting a T-shirt that says 'I have anxiety, it's been a life-long battle. Just let me be now.' and wear it every day, to avoid the insults.
But one thing is sure, I am done caring about what people think of me. And so should you! It will ruin your life and only make your anxiety worst. It won't happen overnight, but start today. Step by step.
I recently discovered one very effective technique: not giving a damn what people think of me. I am still working on it, but I feel like I am finally breathing again since years.
Sometimes I feel like I've been misunderstood my whole life. Since I was a kid. Anxiety played a big part on that one.
When I was a kid I was a big scared and shy. I had trouble making friends and connecting with some members of my family. They were very intimidating to me at times.
Then I started going to school. I hated it there. I did not want to go and I would have preferred to stay at home. But I did what I had to do. I didn't like learning and got bored a lot sitting in a classroom all day. Anxiety wasn't the worst at that age. Teachers always said that 'I live on another planet' or that 'I am dreaming in class'. I have been told a lot that I was very creative though.
Then I turned into a teenager. I went through a very awkward age and had a horrible time. There was acne all over my skin, I had trouble at school, mood swings and way too many hormones. I was depressed. I had trouble learning because my anxiety became really bad and I did not want to live. I got so nervous when people and teacher's spoke to me, sometimes my mind would go blank and I was therefore considered 'stupid' and 'slow'.
Despite all my teachers not wanting me to pass, I still passed. I am not highly intelligent or a genius, but I am surely not completely dumb. It's just that a lot of people don't understand anxiety and its side effects.
In my late teenage years I became physically attractive. Not by choice, but it just kinda happened. My acne cleared out and I lost a lot of weight. I started receiving a lot of attention from men and started becoming popular at school. That helped, but it all seemed a bit superficial and I realized way too many people only care about looks. I did not feel in anyway superior just because of this 'physical transformation', it actually also put a lot of pressure on me. Girls started being jealous of me. I did not ask for any of this. I had no idea what was going on. I forgot about my anxiety for a while.. but it was still there somehow, although I was in denial for a few years.
I started being misunderstood a lot, people assumed from my looks that I was a bitchy, popular high school girl, who is hot and dumb and can get any guy she wants. Just because my looks changed? I was still that insecure pimple face inside of me.
A lot of people assume that attractive people don't have any issues. They have it all, why should they ?
What does anxiety have to do with looks ? Does turning into somebody attractive magicially cure all your psychological problems ? Some people must stop juging books by its covers.
I became popular involuntarily, I was still a nerd and did not like all this attention that was thrown at me. I just wanted a few best friends and didn't need a whole crowd of people. It soon became too much for me so I started avoiding a few people and parties. They got mad at me and called me 'antisocial' or an 'asshole' for not wanting to hang out. But for me it was a matter of survival.
I went to college and had a hard time coping with the stress of the exams. But I passed.
Then I entered the 'working world'. This was much more stressful than expected. I started from the 'bottom'. On my first jobs, some employers treated me like a complete slave and talked to me like I was dirt. The anxiety came running back like never before in my life. It felt like my childhood again. Many of my employers scared the hell out of me. They were freightening and mean. They abused the fact that I was 'weak' thanks to my anxiety.
Then I started having more job experience. I started getting more self confidence, and I started becoming more of a fighter. I woke up every morning, went to work and gave it 100%. I gave my absolute best. I didn't love my job, but I felt great for fighting. I thought nobody could see how anxious and scared I sometimes was. I thought I managed to hide it. That was until I walked into the big boss talking behind my back. He was telling a coworker that I was a coward. My whole world came crushing down, because I felt like I put in all this effort for nothing. I was still a transparent scared little girl. Powerless, is how they made me feel. Even after all the efforts I put in. I felt like giving up. But I did not. Not for this jerk, not for anybody.
I was like you know what? Enough with the name-calling. My whole life I've been called 'slow' and 'stupid', then I turned into a 'dumb bimbo' apparently, later to be 'antisocial', an 'asshole', 'weird' and 'awkward' and now a 'coward' after being a hard worker my whole life.
I am considering getting a T-shirt that says 'I have anxiety, it's been a life-long battle. Just let me be now.' and wear it every day, to avoid the insults.
But one thing is sure, I am done caring about what people think of me. And so should you! It will ruin your life and only make your anxiety worst. It won't happen overnight, but start today. Step by step.