shyness

I don’t feel guilty for declining invitations if I’m sick. So why do I feel ashamed to admit that I’m feeling mentally fragile?
Give them some space and some options In the case of the birthday party fiasco, where you know your child would enjoy participating
It is okay to admit that anxiety is a real, terrifying medical condition.
Sometimes I felt like I was living in the movie Groundhog Day, but I was always backstage at the Tony Awards. Every night the same show, with the words, "wait, can I do that one more time" coming from my daughter's mouth as she pleaded for another do over.
Spoiler Alert: People are nice! So why is the majority of the American population still hesitant when it comes to walking up to strangers to ask for help or to engage in conversation?
2. Just because we're quiet doesn't mean we hate you. We may not always talk to you, but it doesn't mean a thing and never
The Privi-Pee aims to make your fear of peeing in public go down the drain.
It may sound extreme, but it reminds me of a dog owner telling his pet to perform a trick.
This article first appeared on QuietRev.com Mahatma Gandhi, the leader of the movement for India’s independence from Great
When you move to a new town as an adult, it can be very tough to break into already existing friendships and cliques. One of the most important things you can do to help is to reach out to people with similar interests and values. This requires you to override both your reticence and your shyness.
As a kid, I was never good in a group setting. Whenever there was more than one person, I'd always clam up and wouldn't talk
What if that's not actually the case? What if, by simply labeling myself as an introvert, I'm transforming this into a self-fulfilling prophecy? Some of the labels we assign to ourselves are holding us back. Because of them, we don't see the "other path" when it presents itself.
The most significant was a recurring dream that spanned 12 years. The tiger dream started when I was 6 years old and concluded just before I turned 18. This dream had such an impact on my life that it propelled me forward in a way I could only have imagined.
The other day my sweet, 17-year-old daughter/friend was relaying yet another episode of the teen-angst drama that is her life. "They say I have an epic resting b*tch face. I'm notorious for it." I could sense her pride.