I am not brave. In fact, more than that, I am often scared.

In situations where most people would not see an issue (going to a pub where there might be people I don’t know) I find my pulse racing and I struggle to make conversation.

In situations where other people would generally feel a sense of trepidation (Job interviews, exams) I am crippled with fear – a nauseous, sweaty pile of a person.

Of course, in recent weeks I have alphabettered this situation. Going to new places and meeting new people on a weekly basis, trying things I’ve never done before, learning coping strategies; challenging myself. I am braver than I was. More confident. But there remains a black cloud on my sunny new fear-free horizon. Something that most people grow out of when they rebel in their teens – I am terrified of being told off. Continue reading →