I Cry Too Much.

Wowie. I know, a touchy feely post. I haven't done one of those yet, but I didn't really feel comfortable venting out all my emotions when I first started this blog. But things have changed now. This blog has sort of become a little corner of the internet now, instead of a place where I am anxious of who is on the other end of the computer.
Today I wanted to talk about my feelings, I guess.

Ever since I was little, I've always cried at the littlest of things. I was a crybaby. I would not have a problem with this if it wasn't something I encounter on a daily basis. I cry at everything.

It's usually due to anxiety or emotions or a mix of both, like my own snotty cocktail. I cry at everything. I cry when I get in trouble at school, I cry when my parents shout at me, I cry when I'm intimidated. But I also cry in completely normal situations; for instance, the passing of my Grandpa.

I cry in public sometimes, and it's mortifying. I had a panic attack in public when I was getting picked up from school because my dad was yelling at me on the phone. I felt like everyone was looking at me, and my face was on fire. I felt like there were walls around me that where slowly closing in, like in that one scene of Star Wars where they are in the trash compactor.

This post is kind of turning out to be me talking about my anxieties and mental struggles, which I'm fine with because it is on a similar note. I just feel like whenever I'm in public at least one person is watching me every step I take; judging me and noting every flaw about me from the way I walk to how I dress. I get sweaty, then I get flushed and then- I get teary eyed. I usually sit down before my eyes get completely watery, but wither way its absolutely mortifying.

If any of you struggle from these kinds of panic attacks, please comment down below or send me an email. I feel much better knowing that I'm not alone, and I would love to hear your stories.

Signing off,
- Glam Life Online