the most insignificant rejection, and even the hint of indifference would decimate my self-esteem, sending my anxiety off the charts.Had I come of age in modern times, you would have labeled me a snowflake.
Minor rejections and failures devastated my psyche so much, I avoided almost all interactions where such an outcome might repeat, even if it meant giving up on opportunities I desired.But as I came to realize, always choosing the safe path led to a life of boredom, and I found myself desperate to build some resiliency, grit, thick-skinnedness, or whatever you want to call it.In my darkest moments, I found myself eschewing social interactions altogether.
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