I tend to overshare. My friends can easily attest to this. The word “social anxiety” wasn’t a thing until recently but I have proudly been a sufferer for as long as I can remember. It’s funny to look back on now, in a way. Hiding in the bathroom stall to avoid conversations. Having sweaty-panic-attacks while anticipating where I would sit at the lunch t…
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