The Silent Struggles Of Anxiety
When I was younger, I always had trouble making friends. I was often labeled the quiet kid that kept to herself. The kid that, at recess, wandered the playground alone. I didn't speak unless spoken to and when I would, I'd stutter or talk so quietly I'd frequently be asked to repeat myself. Which always felt like I was involuntarily holding up a sign with flashing lights that read "LOOK AT ME" in big bold letters. And that didn't pair very well with the fact that I didn't like attention from people, especially people I didn't know.
