Introduction

Hi, welcome. I am an introvert. I have known this from the age of about 8, when my friends mum first used the term in my presence. She was explaining how that as an outgoing, loud (not in an obnoxious way), people loving person, she felt energised by hanging out with people, by energetic and enthusiastic music, by parties etc. I knew at once what she meant by being an introvert. I did not like parties, I much preferred my own company, or the company of a few friends, and I liked my music quiet and calm.

I also suffer from severe anxiety and recently have been struggling with depression. I work with a wonderful team of doctors, a psychologist and my family to ensure that each day I am safe and taking the best care I can of myself. For many years I have felt ashamed of my anxiety, my negative feelings and voices, a feeling of worthlessness - I am slowly learning that it is okay to feel this way, and it isn't my fault. I have never experienced anything overly traumatic in my life, and my anxiety/depression hasn't been triggered by anything in particular. However, a year ago, my husband and I moved to a new location, and I have struggled to find peace within myself. The depression has gotten a lot worse over the past year, to the point where it scares me. Some days I can't get out of bed. This isn't an illness I would wish upon even my most hated of enemies.

This blog will most probably be about my struggles as an introvert in an extraverted world. It will also have tales of depression and anxiety - raw stories that fill the gaps as well. Feel free to comment and add your story as I venture into the unknown.