Fidgeting. Nervous energy in motion. Tapping feet, twirling hair, clicking pens, restless hands – for years, my fidgeting felt like […]

Staring paranoia. The social anxiety delusion that everyone is watching, judging, scrutinizing your every move. For years, I felt like

Unprepared toast fear. The public speaking surprise attack. Unexpectedly asked to give a toast, with zero prep time, in front

“Bad joke” fear. The comedic social anxiety nightmare. Telling a joke that bombs, that elicits groans instead of laughs, that

Bathroom party hiding. The social anxiety escape hatch. Parties, especially large, overwhelming ones, often triggered a desperate urge to escape.

“Too loud” voice. The social anxiety amplifier. For years, I was told my voice was “too loud,” “booming,” “unnecessarily loud.”

Small talk shame. The internal critic that whispers, “You’re boring,” “You’re awkward,” “Your small talk is terrible.” For years, small

Public flop. The social embarrassment Everest. Tripping, spilling, saying the wrong thing, making a fool of yourself in front of

Blank mind meeting moments. The professional social anxiety nightmare. High-pressure meetings, important discussions, and suddenly…mind blank. Thoughts vanish, words evaporate,

Clumsy entrance. The social anxiety horror movie opening scene. Tripping, stumbling, bumping into things, spilling drinks – clumsy entrances are