On Feeling Invisible

If anyone reading this knows me personally, you know I’m quiet.

I’ve always been introverted. Quiet, shy, reserved—whatever word you want to use, that’s me. When I was growing up, it was a lot of social anxiety. I didn’t like talking to people I didn’t know, especially adults. Heck, even adults I did know, I wouldn’t outright talk to them. My parents or grandparents would have to conduct all conversations for me, prompting me every once in a while to say hi or thank you to the old people at church.

As I got older, I opened up a tiny, tiny bit at a time. I made my way through high school with a small but really good group of friends, some of the best I’ve ever had. However, it’s hard to shake the habit of fading into the background when I was in groups of people. When I started high school, I was thrown from a building that barely ever broke one hundred students to a campus that easily held over five times that. I made a promise to myself that I would always ask questions in class if I was confused. I didn’t want to let my shyness get in the way of doing well in school. So, yes, I was the kid that sat in the front of the room every day. Sue me.

While I have absolutely grown out of some of my social anxiety, there are some situations where I can’t shake it. There are certain people that I find it really hard to be open with, to speak my mind around. I wish I could pinpoint why that is, and I do have some theories.

Part of me believes that I don’t mind the image people have of me. Maybe I don’t mind being seen as the quiet girl, the one who just smiles and nods along. Maybe I want people to think of me that way, maybe I’m worried of how they’ll think of me if they know how I truly feel about certain subjects or topics.

As much as I resent that image of myself and want to grow out of it, I do think it’s more comfortable for everyone involved if it stays that way. On the other hand, no growth happens if there’s no discomfort.

I wish I had a satisfying ending to this, but the truth is I’m still working through my thoughts and feelings about this.

Stay safe and hang in there!

—Abbie

Abbie Gibbs

Reader, writer, and person with an anxiety disorder. I want to share my experiences and let others know that they are not alone in their mental health struggles.

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