At a very young age, I was always shrouded by social anxieties and fears of being alone in the outside world. I still to this day don’t know why I was so afraid, but over the years my fear grew stronger and stronger. Before I knew it, I started hanging out with …show more content…
These ones though unlike before because I would actually hang out with them. I made these friends because the kept bugging me about hanging out till I finally caved in. They seemed like good kids so I decided to keep hanginging out with them more and more. I can't quite recall how but eventually from hanging out with this group of people i started smoking weed and drinking a lot. Once i started getting more and more into this drug scene I actually became a lot less anxious around people and I learned how to just go with the flow of things and expand my horizons. Sadly though the trade off was undesirable because the only way I could be social was if I was …show more content…
I quickly regretted looking and I rushed downstairs to go have a breath of fresh air. I told my work there was a family emergency and that I would not be coming back in. Moments later my mother was declared deceased and all I could do after hearing that was slowly make my way back home. I crossed the street and my dad was standing there he gave me a big hug and said “I’m so sorry Sam.” and he said another thing or two but I was too caught up in the shock to notice. I hugged him back and replied without any words.
I soon found myself in a deep depression for obvious reasons. I had quit my job and it felt like I was back in grade school. I felt only comfort while alone but I hated that the truth was that. I started smoking cigarettes a lot more and I got drunk a few times but it never was for fun. Thankfully though this period of depression and grief was short lived. My friends and family all helped me find the path I needed to keep going in life and they all reminded me the reasons why, even though horrible and tragic events such as that happen, life is not always such a bad