Living with Social Anxiety

So many days I wake up with nothing but disappointment in myself. I wonder why I should even get out of bed. Some days, I don't. I suffer from social anxiety, and this is my story. This is my life.

I am not certain as to why I suffer from social anxiety. I have heard others say before how they had one specific incident which triggered it. I don't think that this was the case for me. I don't remember any one specific incident. I just remember suffering from this anxiety ever since I was a little girl. I have also read that it may be something that is inherited. I am not certain about this, but I can definitely see signs of this in both of my parents, not to a lengthy extent, but I do see subtle signs. For me, I believe that my social anxiety has a lot to do with the way that I was raised. Don't get me wrong. I had wonderful parents, but they were always afraid that I would get hurt. It seems like every time that I wanted to do something I was told about all of the possibilities of things going wrong. They didn't want me to play softball because I could get hurt. They didn't want me to take gymnastics because I could get hurt. They didn't want me to drive alone at night because I could break down on the highway. It seems like I only heard about the bad possibilities, not the good ones. I find that this is how I live my life now. I always think, "But what if _____ happens?" My parents also seemed to really push me. If I made an "A" on a test in school, they would ask why I didn't make an A+. They just always thought that I should do better. I know that they meant well, but that pressure is something that I now always put on myself.