I make a better Facebook friend

I had just been thinking a day or two ago about this blog and how I hadn't written in a while and wondered whether it really mattered...and then I received a comment from someone this morning who was in need of some cheering. Sorry to have disappeared and thanks for your sincere comment.

I did make it to church today. If I didn't have a Primary calling I swear I could think up a million and one reasons not to go. I still feel so out of place at church. Like I'm just a body filling up a space in a chair. I'm not going to lie. Sometimes I question whether I want to be there at all and ask myself the question, "What if I just. stopped. going?" Could I just "stop being Mormon for a year?" That may or may not have crossed my mind as I sat in the back chairs during sacrament meeting today. But lets not dwell on that.

People got up bearing their testimonies about how great having a "ward family" is and all the wonderful friendships they've made. I felt nothing. I may as well have been sitting in a crowd of strangers. A small part of me wished I felt the same way they did, and another part of me felt exhausted from wishing I felt the same way they did. How many YEARS have I been feeling this way?! Why am I torturing myself?!

Speaking of torture, my visiting teacher made eye contact with me for about .23 seconds but I acted like I didn't see her. I feel bad for her. She's a really nice lady. I just stopped responding to her emails. I decided to choose the better of two evils: I'd rather be a busy person who never responds to emails than one who has constant excuses as to why they can't ever come over.

Same goes for my visiting teaching companion. She wrote a few times asking when a good time was to get together and make visits. The end. I never wrote her back. I avoid her at church, but again, decided I'd rather be a person who just "never writes her back" than someone flakey who comes up with 100 strange excuses as to why I can't ever go visiting teaching with her. That should be the name of a book, 101 Creative Excuses to Avoid your Visiting Teachers. Someone would buy it and get a good laugh.

While we're on a roll, I've avoided the only time Home Teachers ever tried to come over. Check! And successfully declined 2 "opportunities" to give a talk in Sacrament Meeting. It's not as easy as just never responding, but the last request actually came yesterday and I just said I wasn't able to, sorry and thanks for understanding. I did say maybe I could later in the summer, but let's be honest, I'll be out of the country when they ask again.

This social anxiety is a strange thing. For the past few months I had to go on a special diet, mainly eating real, whole foods, and avoiding anything processed. I don't know if it was all psychological (because I had lost some weight and started feeling better about myself), but I could have sworn I didn't feel as anxious. I even got through my sister's intensely social wedding, talking to strangers, long-time family friends and visiting family without freaking out. I felt like I was a different person for a while. And it felt amazing.

During my special diet, I found things written about food and anxiety, and how mental anxieties can be eliminated by what we eat. It made me wonder if I had curbed my anxieties by eliminating processed foods and eating only whole, real foods?? Hmmmmm.

Because, back on the flip side... I'm off that diet and have been eating anything I can get my hands on and have felt much more socially anxious again. The question remains, is the anxiety back because I don't feel as good about myself anymore because I'm eating like a pig or is it really due to eliminating processed foods from my diet?

Pass me the ice cream and we'll think about it.
But seriously, something to consider.
I keep trying to stay off processed foods again but every time I do one of them ends up in my mouth.
We'll see.

Social Anxiety is just hard.
I've decided I make a better Facebook friend than a real friend at the moment.
To my Facebook friends: I will smile and make funny comments to you online but when I see you I'll act totally weird.
To my co-workers: I may act normal during a work day, but if you see me off-hours, I'll act like I don't want you to talk to me while my face turns red as I stammer to try to get away. (this may or may not have happened Saturday when I was getting groceries).
To my oldest and dearest friends: You used to know me as a semi-normal person, but sorry, we'll catch up again when I'm out of my 30 year awkward phase.
To the people in my ward: Just pretend I'm not here. Kthxbye.

The only thing I can say to all of us who struggle with this demon day after day, and Sunday after Sunday, is to keep trudging forward.
*Keep working on the hard things.
*Keep trying to move forward every day, even if it's just one small thing.
*Try to focus on the things that went well, instead of the things that didn't go so well.
*Know your limitations, allow yourself to be where you are, and give yourself a break.

Heavenly Father knows you and knows your struggles. You will not be judged on why you weren't like someone else. You will be judged on how well you were yourself. xo