I'm 33, female. I had a Social Anxiety Disorder all my life, up until now. I was the girl in school who never spoke (literally), never made eye contacts, never stood up (literally from the chair), never had lunch with classmates/friends, never had friends all my life. Now, I'm going back to the empty past, back in high school and fabricating stories to satisfy me somehow. That I was cool, that I had a love life, that I had friends and was happy. And this has been going on for so many months. I spend my whole day, even my dreams at night are made up of those, my high school classmates and love interest at that time. There was this guy who wanted to ask me out, brought flowers for me for my birthday, but I didn't go to school on that day, because I was shy. Now, I look up the names of those people on facebook, and they're now serious in life, married with kids, and totally different now. But here I am, stuck in the past, with those same people. I relive and rewrite the past, but when I see them on facebook, it makes me feel all the more depressed, because they remind me of the things I've missed out on life.
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