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390 pages, Hardcover
First published January 12, 2017
“I want the world, I think. Even if it scares me.”
“I decide this is just A Bad Day. We all get them, because grief doesn't care how many years it's been.”
“Extroverts can be shy, introverts can be bold, and a condition like anxiety can strike whatever kind of social animal you are.”
“Little victories are everything in a world where worst-case scenarios are on an endless loop in your head.”
Here are three separate but similar things: shyness, introversion and social anxiety. You can be one, two or all three of these things simultaneously. A lot of the time people think they’re all the same thing, but that’s just not true. Extroverts can be shy, introverts can be bold and a condition like anxiety can strike whatever kind of social animal you are.
Here’s the thing about anxiety: it’s not rational. It’s not rational, but it’s still real, and it’s still scary, and that’s OK.
“My name is Steffi Brons and I don’t speak, let alone yell. I move slowly so people won’t notice I’m there, because running in public is as loud as a shout. I like to wear jumpers with long sleeves that go right down over my wrists and hands and fingers. Meekness is my camouflage; silence is my force field.”
“Panic attacks are a lot like being drunk in some ways: you lose self-control. You cry for seemingly no reason. You deal with the hangover long into the next day.”
“Lots of people are shy. Shy is normal. A bit of anxiety is normal. Throw the two together, add some brain-signal error - a NO ENTRY sign on the neural highway from my brain to my mouth perhaps, though no one really knows - and you have me.”
I shake my head. “Panic attacks aren’t supposed to happen.” I say. “I’m on medication. I’m happy. They are meant to go away now.”
“Steffi,” Jane [the therapist] says, still gentle, still calm. “You know that’s not how it works.”
“Why not?”
“Because anxiety doesn’t care if you’re happy or not. And if you tell yourself that you’re not allowed to have panic attacks because you’re ‘meant to be happy’, it will only make you feel worse.”
“Sometimes I don’t feel strong enough for this world.”
“Neither do I,” I say. “But we can be soft together.”
“Little victories are everything in a world where worst-case scenarios are on an endless loop in your head.”
With lightning, you're never really sure if that's what it was; it's just a flash. Thunder, you know. You feel it.
Here are three separate but similar things: shyness, introversion and social anxiety. You can have one, two or all three of these things simultaneously. A lot of the time people thing they're all the same thing, but that's just not true. Extroverts can be shy, introverts can be bold, and a condition like anxiety can strike whatever kind of social animal you are.
Lots of people are shy. Shy is normal. A bit of anxiety is normal. Throw the two together, add some brain-signal error - a NO ENTRY sign on the neural highway from my brain to my mouth perhaps, though no one really knows - and you have me.
I want the world, I think. Even if it scares me.