Something to think about, I guess.
The weird part of avoidant personality disorder is that you trick yourself into believing that you’re happy just the way you are, and then, in the middle of the night, when you least expect it, it will hit you. All of the problems you never solved. All of the loved ones you have avoided because you were uncomfortable and didn’t know how to handle a situation. All of the parties you never attended because of the fear of criticism and/or rejection. All of those times you would walk down the street and feel ugly to others, even though you may look just fine. All those smiles and enthusiastic cover-ups, to hide the insecurity within.
In that moment, you realize that you have been ignoring and avoiding the most beautiful moments of life, the best ones.
Now my only fear is that this moment may hit me when I’m fifty, alone in my house, with 10 cats and 5 dogs and 3 hamsters and a few parrots, away from all society in a country-side house, with no human contact.
I don’t know, something to think about I guess.