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Out Of My Shell

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This is my very first blog post and I’m nervously excited. It has taken me long to get here. I was hiding, hiding in a little place I had convinced myself was safe. I had to scale mountains of self doubt, fear of failure and mistakes, procrastination and a lot of ‘what ifs’, just to break the walls I had built around myself. But finally I’m here. You see, most of the fears were in my mind so I had to get my head in the right space. I am looking forward to connecting with new people, sharing lessons and stories of hope. This is a journey of healing.

Dealing with Anxiety through Action

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Are you one of those people who suffer so much anxiety it paralyzes you? Well, we have something in common.

I had quite a bad case of anxiety before launching this blog. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, like the anxiety I used to experience as a kid. I had fear, fear of throwing myself out there, making mistakes, making a goof of myself. The hideous monster had a hold on me for months. All the overthinking resulted in self-doubt, indecision, ultimately no action, till I decided I just had to go for it. I gave myself a deadline that was not just an ordinary date, a day I knew I must not fail myself – my birthday. You know what, I don’t regret it.

Taking action reduced my anxiety and gave me a lot of confidence, not to mention the boost I got when I started getting support from all my readers.

Is anxiety preventing you from taking action? Try to give yourself a deadline with a significant date, and you will see that taking action does indeed boost confidence and reduces anxiety.

To learn more about anxiety, click here https://www.therapyroute.com/article/things-you-need-to-know-about-anxiety-by-s-anis

The Nameless Creature

It was always there, this hideous nameless creature, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on me, taking away my self-confidence. No one knew what it was, or how to help me. I was generally dismissed as a sensitive weak kid.

I was always the kid who cried easily in class, seemingly for no reason. These episodes were quite common during my primary school years. They made teachers impatient with me at times. I remember one teacher snapping at me calling me ‘Crocodile Tears’. Some kids taunted me for being a ‘cry baby’. It was humiliating. The image of me sobbing in my little chair in class is still vivid. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t be ‘strong’ like other kids who never shed a tear. It was also quite stressful, anticipating each breakdown, not knowing when the creature would pounce on me. Each time the teacher asked me why I was crying I could never answer, I only cried more.

Whenever I found myself in such moments all I wanted was to hide, hide in a little dark corner, I still feel like that when I get agitated. Moments alone where no soul could see me always helped. Afterward, I would emerge feeling better, ready to face the world. You know what, when feeling confident I would thrive, could even recite poems in front of the whole school and was in the drama club where we competed with other schools.

What was the nameless creature? Anxiety.

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