I grew up very self-loathing. I was a phobic. I had anxiety. I had panic attacks.
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My mother had a lot of phobias. She's pregnant with me and she was a very phobic person. So I was born into phobia, basically.
I was not a silly kid or outgoing. In fact, I suffered from quite a bit of anxiety. I used to have panic attacks when I was a teenager, really incapacitating moments, because I had some phobias.
I had massive anxiety as a child. I was in therapy. From 8 to 10, I was borderline agora-phobic. I could not leave my mom's side. I don't really have panic attacks anymore, but I had really bad anxiety.
Growing up, I was prone to anxiety.
Anxiety has afflicted me all my life.
I'm basically a fearful person. I'm a phobic person.
My phobias worsen as I get older. I'm scared of flying, driving. I'm terrified of sharks. I'm a germaphobe. But I try to face my fears; I do. Well, most of them.
I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.
I have, since the age of about 2, been a twitchy bundle of phobias, fears, and neuroses. And I have, since the age of 10, when I was first taken to a mental hospital for evaluation and then referred to a psychiatrist for treatment, tried in various ways to overcome my anxiety.
It's a universal truth that no parent wishes to acknowledge that the fear and phobias we are in thrall to in adulthood almost invariably connect back to childhood experiences.
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