Although we've all probably had to face the fear of public speaking at some point in our lives, it's hard to imagine why anyone would put themselves through the torture of sweaty palms, a fast beating heart, tunnel vision and a host of other side effects all in the name of delivering a message.
For the past 16 hours I have been having an anxiety attack, my first in many months. I have been pacing around my apartment. I have been vocal with what its like to live with mental illness but a thought occurred to me earlier: Why not write a blog while I experience this anxiety attack inside of waiting until it's over and recollecting what it felt like?
In school I was always the popular one. I wound up having a child at 22. Now I'm 27 and I've been single for four years. I use to be carefree and fun loving and I had so much faith that I would eventually meet the right person. But now, it seems all of my self-confidence has dissipated.