psychology

Social Anxiety

by Pooja G

Why is everyone staring at me?

Why does everyone hate me?

Do I look weird?

Is there something wrong with me?

I hate this

I hate myself

I just want to go home.

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38 thoughts on “Social Anxiety”

  3. I want to share with you an unfinished poem I wrote when I was feeling anxious, depressed and lonely. I never did publish it on my blog. Your poem gave me similar feelings- a constant reminder that we are “not good enough” and thus, we are always fighting an internal battle with ourselves.

    *Unfinished Poem*
    There is nothing left of me for you to see. The pain is lost among the red sea of grief because the knife digs deep to bleed. Into this deep sea of big dreams long forgotten after my mind became rotten from the agony and pain of yesterday. Waiting for another day to pass as I’m swept away into this lonely world of misery.

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    1. Thank you so much for sharing that. I think it’s really easy for people with anxiety to constantly doubt themselves about things people wouldn’t even think twice about. It makes us isolated and unable to truly experience things without anxiety at the back of our mind and I think your words really brought that out. It sucks that we’re going through this but it’s always nice to know we’re not alone.

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  17. I feel the wanting to go home…

    then find myself not sure where home is anymore.

    Been living in this flat for nine years now, referring to it as “the flat”…
    Someone pucked me up on that, asked me why I don’t call it “home”…

    And I wasn’t sure how to explain to them… why “home” feels such an odd word these days.

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