I think it’s important that I start this blog by stating that I have never been particularly confident. In fact, I would say for the majority of my life I have been quite the opposite. I have been shy, nervous and uncomfortable around others for… well, the majority of my life.
I think, honestly, I have always been afraid of being seen. I was afraid of doing things wrong and not living up to my own, and other people’s, expectations of who I was as a person. It’s a sad and lonely place to be, thinking that everything you say, do or look like has the potential to be inherently wrong or bad.
This was the case until very recently. At the age of 27, I decided that the fear of being seen had had its time. I have lived 27 years being afraid of who I might be because…
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