I feel like everyone is always telling me to put myself out there, face my fears, and get over my anxiety about things by pushing through, but i feel like that approach makes everything worse. I feel like every time i put myself out there i regret it and end up lamenting over everything i said or did that was embarrassing because for some reason i can’t act like a normal human being.
It feels like every time i leave my house its one bad thing after another. Like every small inconvenience you could think of happens to me. Then when i try to tell myself that it was just one bad day and that things will be better tomorrow, its always somehow worse. Then a bad day turns into a bad week and a bad week turns into a bad month. And the only reason i keep trying is because people tell me it’ll get better and that if i try a little harder i’ll be able to make friends and be happy with myself. but no matter how much optimism or self improvement in therapy i try nothing ever gets better.
I feel like nothing i’m doing is helping and most days i don’t even wanna leave the house because i know that no matter what i do or how hard i try i mess up every time. And it feels like the universe almost rewards me when i isolate and dont leave the house because thats when i’m happiest, where nothing can hurt me and i cant mess up, say the wrong thing, or embarrass myself.
I’m trying so hard not to fall back into old habits but i don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know how to help myself and i feel like i’m at my breaking point.