Two years ago I sat opposite a date. My hands were trembling and my heart was pounding. I was uncomfortable and so was she, who wouldn’t be – I was a total mess. I was trying to maintain eye contact but each time I caught her eye, my face became brighter and redder, so I just stopped looking at her. I felt terrible. She asked if I was ok, I lied and said yes. The conversation was awkward and when the dinner was over, we were both relieved.
These embarrassing situations used to happen to me DAILY. Knowing I had a problem with blushing and focusing on it only seemed to make matters worse. I felt that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it and I spiraled into a deep depression.
I started holing up in my room and began avoiding work, friends and family. I was at one of the lowest points in my life and I felt pathetic. What made it worse was that I knew other people would see my problem as silly and so I spoke to no one about it. Instead I started searching for a cure by myself.