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Personal Narrative: Fear Of Social Anxiety

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Seventeenth birthday, one of the biggest landmarks of a teenager, and what was I doing nothing. In my life, it has always been a battle between social situations and fun, and on my seventeenth birthday, I let my fear of social situations control me. My seventeenth birthday is a landmark for me, however not for the usual reason, it was the day where I decided I needed to stand up to my fear and control it. Shortly after my birthday, I confessed my fear to my parents. As a result, I went to talk to a therapist along with my parents in order to find ways to control my social anxiety and function not out of fear, through my own decisions. On my first meeting with my therapist, I was nervous, due to me not being inclined to share information with

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