What’s there to smile about?
I am a simple man in a crazy world, or is it the other way around? I have absolutely no desire to become famous, so please try to forget what I look like as fast as possible. If you need help forgetting me, I will try to write a confusing profile. I am a writer and a creator, a loving father and husband (I hope), and an agoraphobic with several other anxiety disorders thrown in for good measure. I am sure you can see why this makes me the life of the party -in my head. If you wish to find out how I cope (and don’t cope) with life, just keep reading – as if that will help.
Picture this: Your heart pounds so much that you swear you are about to have a heart attack. Your palms get sweaty. Something inside tells you to run and hide – that voice, that nagging voice that has tormented you all your life and kept you apart from everyone else. You feel completely paralyzed, and your only thoughts are to escape, to hide, to disappear. You feel like you are going to be sick. Get the idea?
Now, try to imagine the situation to which this applies? Being on stage? Giving a speech? Facing a large crowd of people? Standing at home plate, facing a 100-mph fastball with the game on the line?
No. This is me peeking out my front door, trying to muster enough courage to walk 10 feet across my porch to get the mail from inside the mailbox. This is what I face every day. This is what I have to cope with; and this is one of the reasons I write this blog. I want to help people cope with the obstacles they face in their lives.
I won’t preach. There are no definite answers. All that I can do is to offer advice about what has worked for me, and what might help you. One thing I do know for sure: we are all in this together, so if you need a hand, I am here to offer it.