In the height of my isolation, I used to fantasize about making friends while I sat in a lonely apartment.

When I met my first set of friends after coming back to my hometown, I remember such a giddy feeling. It had been aboout 4 years since I had last found myself in a social interaction before then; so when they wanted to hang out with me??????? I damn near cried.

Social anxiety had taken up a large chunk of my life but it was hard for me to visualize the extent of it until the day I cried over spending a good day shopping with new friends. I have trouble seeing any value in myself some days, small gestures that people make to show an effort in getting to know me make me bawl like a BABY. I hope that one day I can find a way to show them just how much their companionship meant to me in the time I needed it most. :)