…and it's slowly killing me.
When I was 21 I experienced a serious mental breakdown. Ended up in psychiatry twice and the years thereafter I closed myself mentally off from others. I held the friendships I had but never tooj the leap to get over my anxiety and get out in the world.
I turned inward more everyday and nowadays I'm just a shade of the person that I could have become if only I had the courage to break the cycle I was in.
When I'm around people I just don't have anything to say or add to the conversation. I always end up listening and cracking a joke here and there. One on one conversations I go mostly blank in my head.
Am I broken?