For a long time I dreaded my social anxiety. I’ve just realized that I am actually a mushroom who does her best, what mushrooms do, while growing in the hidden, moist shade of the tall trees that are seeking the full blast of the sun. Such exposure to the visibility of all eyes would burn me to ashes and I couldn’t do what I feel I am called to do. I like being a mushroom. I no longer worry about wanting to be someone other than who I am and I don’t worry about people’s judgments of mushrooms either. They don’t know what I know.  

Social anxiety is constantly worrying about what other people think of me and how short I probably fall of their expectations. I can’t make people happy. Happiness is the private matter of each and every person.