Until I became happy I would always be identified at the extroverted type. I was a loud mouth teenager with a bad attitude and I loved being the centre of attention. Mostly I got negative attention but it was better than no attention. I was disruptive in school (down to boredom) and I found it difficult to concentrate on tasks for long period. I had ADHD.
As a adult I suffer slightly with ADD but have found ways of breaking up tasks so they are manageable and can be focused on. But as I grew up I found myself being less and less of my usual bubbly, loud self. I thought depression was to blame.
I spent the majority of my teenage years in a state of depression. I was unhappy with myself and like most teenage girls I had issues with confidence, body image and identity. I kept a brave face on but I often spent my evenings crying alone and writing angsty journal entries.
It was only recently that I started to explore the idea that I was actually an introvert. I hadn’t accepted when I was younger that I was a reserved person and that putting on this front and being outgoing was killing me inside; it was making me more depressed.
Introverted personalities tend to need space and time away from other people, time to wind down. Because I was trying to fit into the ideal of being an extrovert, I made myself miserable. Having recently read Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Won’t Stop Talking, I’ve learned that being an introvert is a great way to be.
I now know that it’s okay to want to be alone, to reserve my bold personality for people I care about. It’s okay to take time to make decisions and to be more sensitive.
Are you introverted too? Have you read any books that made you feel much happier about being introverted?