Ah yes, anxiety. I suffer from manic anxiety; for want of a better term. Basically, I avoid the outside world, and when I see what I consider to be injustices, I get extremely anxious to the point where I go into full blown panic mode. This usually leads to depression and serious insomnia, which is why my online friends will often see me posting over a span of 24 hours, in every time-zone in the world. 
Social anxiety affects me in different ways; which are often contradictory. Sometimes I get extremely shy and prone to becoming embarrassed, even before anyone says or does anything to make me feel that way. Other times I talk endlessly and maniacally; fleshing out ideas and thoughts, whether my audience want to hear them or not.
I always wake up with the fear, after one of my anxiety episodes. I analyses everything I said and how I came across to the people I was interacting with. I feel like I look like an attention whore who is feeling sorry for himself, which depresses the fuck out of me. I also hate that people who know me are then worrying about me, when I should just stfu and keep shit to myself. I guess you could call it a shame cycle. I think that's about sums up my experience of anxiety.
Social anxiety affects me in different ways; which are often contradictory. Sometimes I get extremely shy and prone to becoming embarrassed, even before anyone says or does anything to make me feel that way. Other times I talk endlessly and maniacally; fleshing out ideas and thoughts, whether my audience want to hear them or not.I always wake up with the fear, after one of my anxiety episodes. I analyses everything I said and how I came across to the people I was interacting with. I feel like I look like an attention whore who is feeling sorry for himself, which depresses the fuck out of me. I also hate that people who know me are then worrying about me, when I should just stfu and keep shit to myself. I guess you could call it a shame cycle. I think that's about sums up my experience of anxiety.
