One in five people will experience mental illness in their lifetime.
I suffer from social anxiety disorder.
It's difficult – being social. And to lack this skill, so important in society, really hinders my chances in living. But to quote Lucius Seneca:
“Sometimes even to live can be an act of courage.”
My problem is that I tend to over-think – too much that I can never get the right words to come out. For no reason at all I become nervous, I get stiff, my heart rate spikes, the paranoia kicks in convincing me that eyes are staring, judging – and I just want to escape and finally breathe again.
I often tend to depreciate myself and always try to counter this belief that I'm not able to – that I'm more than capable enough. Even though the smallest steps I take in life may look easy, in reality it's like I'm stepping onto an edge of a cliff. The paths I take are often endless – dead ends to my personal goals that I'm rather walking aimlessly down an abandoned route. But whenever I get so lost in my downward train of thought I always rely on faith to guide me back up on the right tracks.