Do I really want to tell you this? No, I certainly don’t. But I am at the point where if I don’t tell you, my readers, and you my friends, who I will see at the convention, you are going to think I am a fruit cake.
For more than the last four years of my life, I’ve actually had a medical diagnosis for my craziness. It is severe social anxiety disorder.
I’ve had a long history of surviving tough circumstances. The typical icky childhood, serperated parents, low self esteem, and much more.
I have been taking Effexor XR for four years, and it takes the edge off. Keeps me from having anxiety attacks on a regular basis.
But going to a convention is out of my confort zone. WAY OUT… I have trouble going to the mall. So although I have a lot more to explain to you all, at least I have let the cat out ot the bag. At least I have told you what I need too about being , just a little bit crazy…