How It All Started

It was early September while I was on my 1 hour bus commute to work. I have a pretty lovely view for half of it. A long lake with plenty of forest surrounding it, kayakers and paddle boaters out for their early morning practice rows. I do a lot of pondering whilst staring out the window on the bus, and on this particular day I was thinking about how I've lived in Halifax for 5 years and I really don't have a lot of friends. It's not that I don't like people, It's not that I don't get the opportunities to make friends, I just.. suck at it. It terrifies me. 

All I've wanted for years is to have a group of friends I'm comfortable being around. Comfortable inviting to do things, or just hang out and have a conversation with. Friends that I don't have to contemplate every word I type in a text message in fear that it will be interpreted wrong, or I'll come off the wrong way, or they'll think I'm weird, rude, stupid. I know I'm not rude or stupid, weird I can admit to, but how do I know how someone else is perceiving me? Do they know I'm fumbling my words and having trouble making conversation because I'm anxious? Do they notice my constant touching of my face and awkward gestures because trying to talk to someone new can be absolutely unbearable for me? If they did, how would it make them feel? How would it make me feel if I knew they knew?

This is the mind of someone with social anxiety. Not everyone's brain is the same, but this is mine and more. So, while gazing out the window ignoring all other passengers on the bus I thought to myself, "I can't be the only one, I know I'm not the only one. If only I could meet people who know how I feel. Maybe then I could make connections without the constant fear of judgement and rejection." I already knew this to be true because my best friend suffers from this affliction as well.

 

This friend is Alyssa. Alyssa and I have known each other for a lot longer than we've been such close friends. For both of us it takes a long time to become comfortable enough around another person to open up and really let them in. Alyssa's fiance was my manager at a previous job and we became friends and through him is how we met. Myself, Alyssa and our boyfriends would get together to have some drinks. After a few alcohol fueled nights Alyssa and I came to the conclusion we had one major thing in common and that was social anxiety. It still took over a year of only being comfortable around one another while drinking before our friendship blossomed. 

 

It was from this that we became each others 'security blankets' for stuff that we wouldn't have the confidence to do on our own. I was able to send crazy texts and then over analyze them and explain my thought process like an insane person. All the while knowing that Alyssa wouldn't judge me, because she understood. I think it's this flourishing friendship that made me realize how great a support group would be. Having the ability to be around people you know feel the same gives you a much needed sense of ease in social situations. Being able to vocalize how you feel without fearing judgement and rejection is if nothing but therapeutic. 
 

Upon the realization of my epiphany of course the first thing I did was text Alyssa and ask her what she thought about helping me start a group for people with anxiety. A group to get together, share their issues and help each other, while simultaneously maybe making some friends along the way. Of course, she offered her assistance without hesitation

We started the group on September 12, 2016. It's now February 1st, 2017 and we have nearly 100 members in our group. We've held various meets and have met a plethora of amazing people. Starting this group has truly changed me for the better and every time we host a meet I notice my anxiety getting better, and I truly hope it can do the same for those who attend. 

Thank you to all who join us on this journey to a healthy mind and healthy social life. It's possible for everyone, don't ever think you don't deserve to have good people around you.


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