Comfort Zone Journal

Subsequently, I myself am of course judged by superficial people in this society. From elementary to the present, people have categorized me as the quiet girl. Even teachers think I’m quiet. In actuality, I am only observing what surrounds me, and thinking about my current predicaments. When I was 6 and a half my mother lost custody of me, I was put into foster care for a year. I left Euclid. My hometown where all my friends lived, all my family, I left everything behind, I moved to

If you really knew me, you would know that talking to people scares me a lot, because it is very likely that I will say something stupid, awkward, or offensive. You would know that calling people on the phone gives me anxiety. And that I read and re-read text messages and emails many, many times. I’m so afraid of saying the wrong thing, because I care way too much what other people think of me. It’s something I’ve been struggling with my whole life.

Due to my environment, as an adolescent I longed for acceptance in a society where I didn’t feel free. I used my mental capacity to place me in

During my four years at Beddingfield High School, I have made and lost a lot of friends, met people that will forever remain close to me and went through a couple of things that I probably thought would ever happen to me. My freshman year at Beddingfield, I had just moved from Atlanta, Georgia, so I really did not know anyone. My first day at Beddingfield High School I met a girl name Brionna and at the time I didn’t know anyone, so I was surprised that she even had spoken to me. I was shy the first couple of weeks, but getting to know I everyone I started to come out of my shell except for when it was time to do a presentation or talk in front of the class. I still have this fear today. As months went by I felt as if I knew everyone, but that thought changed when people started to spread rumors about me. I really didn’t say anything because I knew it was a lie. When that happened I started to distance myself from people because I started to figure out who my real friends were. The same few people I was friends with my freshman are the same people I hang with today because they showed me that everybody is

For the song I feel most describes myself, I chose Not Today by Twenty One Pilots. From the start of the song, it sings the line, “I don’t know why, I just feel I’m better off, staying in the same room I was born in. I look outside, and see a whole world better off, without me in it, trying to transform it.” Because of how my personality is I feel extremely connected to this line. Throughout my life, I’ve always had a bit of social anxiety. Most people take this as being shy, but in reality I’m more scared or nervous. I’m quiet around a lot of people, so they think I have nothing important to say. However, I think about everything, probably more than I should. My personality will take something someone says and try and decode it as far as possible, but when I try and talk about it, I completely shut down. One of my biggest fears is being seen as weak or non extravagant, so I don’t speak because I don’t want to be seen in those ways.

I love the quote by Ezra Taft Benson, “Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.” That quote rings true to me, and has throughout all my life. When I was young, I suffered from such severe social anxiety that even talking to close relatives was terrifying. The anxiety was so severe that my mother nearly brought me into therapy. But one day, she drew a diagram for me. This diagram had a circle in the center labeled “comfort zone"; it explained that when we push out of our comfort zone, we expand our previously little comfort zone into a greater one. I took this principle to heart at a young age, and started pushing myself socially to expand my comfort zone. Even saying hello was a monumental success

I have always been afraid of people even when I was younger and in primary school I had this irrational fear. I hated school because of it. School was mortifying for me and I would cry, but I would cry before any of the other students arrived. I think I was afraid of my own emotions back then and I still am, but i’m trying to walk one step at a time across that imaginary bridge of fears I have. I don’t think i’m anywhere close to fully crossing it yet, it’s like I take two steps forward and one step back. Now that i’m in highschool, I realise that I have to get across, and soon because if I don’t get across I’ll fall to my doom. Everyday the ropes holding the bridge up are unraveling, I know I must move fast, but I feel as though my fears outweigh my confidence. But, I have been challenging myself and taking just one small step at a time to cross the bridge of fears. I wear clothes that have colors and patterns, anything that I like I have forced myself to wear it because it’s who I am and I can express myself. It has taken me awhile to realize that it’s okay to be yourself and express who you truly

I was not confident in my actions, but I was able to disregard what others said at the expense of closer ties with my friends. By creating this persona I created a shell for myself. One that nurtured my shyness to unfamiliar experiences and shielded me from saying a word. When I began high school, I told myself that I could start fresh and be a new person. Although, even as a junior, I only managed to succeed in disposing of the depressing, serious attitude. I still do not talk much, but I am open to new experiences and can accept some form of humiliation or

In the beginning of your essay you display your youth and the unknowingly uncovering of your social/ behavioral anxiety. As I read I felt like I could see you as the restlessness occur to you while everyone slumbered at the sleepover. Nonetheless, great details. I believe and many others can relate that even around your own friends, you might not want to be your truest

Lately, I feel as if haven't really been participating in class recently. The reason for that is because my shy, timid self is filling up my senses again. You see, one of the goals I've had for seventh grade was to be more involved academically and in extracurricular activities. I want to be more confident in class and be able to share my thoughts without hesitation. Since I was a toddler, I've always been shy around my peers and past teachers. Sometimes even my own parents. And for some reason I'm terrified of sharing the things that are on my mind. I'm also scared of giving presentations in front of classes, explaining an answer to the class, etc. I think I might have a fear failure, the fear of people judging me, or simply the fear of public

As a kid I was always interacting with all the other kids at school. I was never afraid to talk to adults and I was always respectful to them. As I grew older, I started to change. I started to have really bad anxiety when I was around groups of people. I started to have anxiety attacks in 6th grade during my classes randomly. When I got to walmart, I get scared. I’m constantly thinking that everyone around me is saying bad things about me or they’re judging me. Through all of this, I’m still a very respectful kid but I’m still shy at the same time. Everyone has their different opinions about me, but I see myself as respectful, shy, and generous even though people may see me as an introvert.

Out of sight, out of mind. But if you keep it in your sight, it'll be a visual cue to do that habit.

when looking back at my childhood at first glace it would seem like i have a very well rounded life.it was something my parents were proud of and time to time i would have myself believe it. well that was untill my palms got sweaty and my stomach turned with embarsment at my ownself at what was another lesson to be leaned. I felt like i missed to super important meeting on how to be normal at a young age. But about a good ten years of of feeling like an outsider and unexplainable social anxiety i really began to figure the whole kinda normal thing. while being a socailly awkward person did play an important role it wasnt as simple as a lightsitched on im my brain and i had figured it out. i remember this day distinctly i was nine years old

Every since I was younger, I was never the person to go around and talk about myself, even though I was quite an outgoing child. Now, years later, after maturity- and a freshman English class- I am doing just that. When I was eleven years old, I moved in with my grandparents, I am quite a competitive person, and I aspire to become an Abnormal Child

Drowning in a sea of avoidance, I needed to save myself from this repetitive behavior that was tarnishing my social bonds. In the past I was afraid of rejection or criticism in everyway imaginable. I kept myself from relationships due to my own insecurities, which stemmed from my lack of self confidents. To confine in a person one must be wiling to show their most vulnerable side, and not doing so made me have unhealthy relationships with the people around me. Causing me to portray a false image of myself to escape what others thought of me. These fears and insecurities had leaded me into a downward spiral of pushing people away.