The lady I’m staying with until my apartment opens is nice enough but she wanted to take me into town to show me these farmer’s markets today, so I went with her, and then I got incredibly anxious because of all the people I didn’t know and the general expectation she has of me to talk to everyone. Literally, 95% of the time she’s talking to someone, if I’m there, she introduces me. I get that she’s trying to include me but I can’t just talk to strangers like that and then I look standoffish because I say hello and then nothing else.
And she was visibly frustrated with me when I told her that all of it was making me anxious. She seems to be under the impression that merely DOING things that make me anxious will make me less anxious in the future and, while that may be true in the long run, it really doesn’t feel good. And then to know I was making her upset made it worse.
Bad anxiety/depression days aren’t fun. Luckily they all pass.