A Moment to be Very Real

I am going to be completely honest for a minute.  I am exhausted.  Completely and utterly wiped out.  And it is probably only for that reason that I can toss aside any anxiety (and probably decent grammar) and write out this article.

I have written before on Social Anxiety.  It is a cruel, heartless liar that resides within my head.  It taunts me daily and wears me down.  It holds me back in countless ways and some days I just get fed up with it.

It is like a bad relationship that pushes you to your breaking point and you just decide you are going to let lose with complete wrath and fury about all the toxicity the pain has caused you.  But in the case of Social Anxiety, there is no one to call out but the anxiety itself.

Anxiety, I am done.  I am done with the fears.  I am done with the overdrive ego you perpetuate within me.  I am completely done.  I know you exist because of the abuse I endured through my childhood, but I have put an end to that abuse, and I will now fight to put an end to you.

Being a writer means I get to hide behind my laptop.  It sounds nice enough, but I don't want to do it anymore.  I receive the emails from my readers.  I see the messages and comments on social media.  I adore each and every one of you who takes a moment to say hello.

I adore you, reader.  I hate that my crippling anxiety causes me to type half a response only to send it to the trash.  I want to respond to every person who reaches out.  I wish I could express the depth of longing I have to reach out to you all.

You, who have just landed on my blog.  Thank you.  You, who frequent my posts.  Thank you.  You who have purchased my books.  Thank you.  You, who have followed me on social media, subscribed to my email list, liked my Facebook pages.  Thank you.  You, who have reached out to me.  Thank you.

I am currently in the process of launching a self-help site through INFJ Anonymous for those INFJs and Empaths who are struggling, as I am all too familiar with, on their journeys. With that, I also hope to launch a Life Coaching service for anyone who feels alone. 

I didn't have anyone to reach out to when I felt alone and I don't want others to feel that way.  I refuse to allow my Social Anxiety to hold back the amazing honor it would be to help out anyone who needs help.  With all my might, I am going to strive to fight back toward this common and destructive mental illness that has held me captive for so long.  It isn't about me.  It is about all of you.  All of the INFJs and Empaths who stumble upon my page looking for someone who understands.

I understand you. 

I appreciate you.

I am here for you.

I want to help each and every person who has supported me and been patient with me.  We are all in this together, even when we feel all alone.