A question I get asked is, “What is it like to suffer from social anxiety?”  Actually, I cleaned up the question a bit, but that’s the essence.  I could counter with, “What’s it like not to suffer from social anxiety?”  Ever since I can remember, I’ve had this problem.  When I was in therapy a few years ago, I wrote an abstract story to describe what I feel like (The Traveler and the Little Girl).  What?  Too trippy?  Let me try and explain a little clearer.

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