This is my first step. The beginning of healing; for which I hope I will have the courage to continue. I've never been formally diagnosed with anxiety but Ive been paralyized by it since my early teen years. I've missed out on many things in my life for fear of being judged and humiliated, always believing I'm just not good enough to be accepted. I've never been able to seek help, convincing myself this a weakness which is my fault and if I was a stronger person I could just "get over it." However, it never happens. The fear, the terror.. always returns. But now, a bit of strength has emerged in me after witnessing my daughter hiding when the door bell rang. Hiding just like ive always done. Afraid to answer the door for anyone. Afraid to let anyone see my unacceptable self. My daughters need me to show them how to be strong. This my first step on that path.