In todays society I don't think anyone should have to feel alone forever even when they suffer from anxiety because there are so many ways of reaching out and getting to know people without putting yourself in a position where anxiety makes you too uncomfortable.
Don't suffer alone. There Are people out there who will love you for Who you are regardless of what you think or feel about yourself so don't allow someone special to hide themselves away and therefore deny others the privilege and pleasure of getting to know you.
Years ago I was with a group of anxiety sufferers. One of the girls was in tears and I felt I had to do something to try and make a smile so I wrote her a poem and handed it to her. As she read, she started crying again and I thought, oh no, I've just made things worse but then she looked up at me and told me no one had ever written a poem for her before and that she loved it.
This poem is for you in the hope it might help you smile too.
Nature and Thee
Gazing into a moonlit pool reflecting the stars that sparkle above,
Listening to the dawn chorus of singing birds of larks and doves,
Watching the glowing sun slowly rise in a warm red haze,
As the lands all around greets the heat of it’s widening rays,
The roses in bud open their petals to reveal their beauty within,
With their soft satin petals and the sweet perfume they bring,
To the bees that surround, attracted to the finest in nature,
Caressing and smoothing the nectar provided for their leisure,
The day has dawned and the world is full of lifes pure beauty,
But of all natures wonders, there is nothing compares with thee.
Just found the poem I wrote for that girl that I've mentioned above. This was it...I hope she's happy wherever she is. I'll never forget her.
Solitude
She wore a green dress and her eyes were blue,
Someone would speak but she knew not who,
For her mind was confused in a hazy hue,
Like looking through droplets of a morning dew,
Images would appear, strange thoughts would flow,
From where they came she did not know,
She wished she could think clear as a winters snow,
But all she could feel was a constant low,
No one would listen, no one knew how,
But she needed help and she needed it now!
She was in such turmoil and surrounded by fear,
She was afraid to talk, for what people might think,
And her eyes would shed a lonely tear,
But help Was there,
Though she knew not from where,
She talked, they listened, they cared,
They were the only ones who understood and dared!