What Social Anxiety Really Is - and How to Quiet the Mind
- Brisbane Meditation
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Social anxiety is something I struggled with my whole life. It used to cripple me to the point I would cry before going out and end up just staying home.
Now, I have overcome much of my social anxiety because I understand what it is and where it comes from. Even so, there is still a lingering nervousness when I go out into the world to share this meditation.
I know how powerful and effective it is, but sharing it with people who always seem to be endlessly busy is a challenge because I don't want to upset anyone.
Today, I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to visit a shop, and so I walked into an Op Shop. Usually the staff are pretty friendly, so I felt this would be easier than other places.
I went in and asked the gentleman about what they were struggling most with so I could get an understanding of how better to help communities and businesses.
He went on to tell me that the biggest struggle they had was with people stealing, which made them really upset given Lifeline Op Shop were raising funds for kids.... They felt it was stealing from kids.
While I agreed, I was sad that it seems these people who were stealing were also in need and he agreed. He said he'd wished they'd ask and they'd be willing to help and we spoke about the state of the world, shook hands, and parted ways.
It always comes back to the very same conclusion - that humans are really living and suffering inside of their minds...
Where Social Anxiety Actually Comes From
And that's the part most people never get told.
We think we're reacting to the world. We're not. We're reacting to the pictures of it stored inside us.
Think of the body like a camera. From the day you're born, it records everything - every face, every word, every embarrassment, every time you got hurt. Those pictures don't vanish. They pile up inside you, layer on layer, like dust on a window. And after a while, you're not looking at the world anymore. You're looking at the dust.
On top of that, you inherited habits from your parents, and theirs before them - fears and patterns handed down a line you never chose. So you're carrying their pictures too.
That pile is what we call the mind. And it's where the suffering lives.
My social anxiety was never out there in the shops. It was in here. It was a stack of old pictures - every time I felt judged, every time I shrank back - playing on a loop, swearing the next time would hurt just the same. The fear felt like a fact. It wasn't. It was just the dust.
That's the strange relief in all of this. The problem was never the world. And it was never really me either. It was the stuff I'd piled up and mistaken for me.
The man stealing from the op shop - pictures. The pain that pushed him to it - pictures. The volunteer's hurt, my nervousness at the door, the wall between two strangers who'd help each other in a heartbeat if they could only ask - all of it, pictures. We're standing in the same room, separated by the dust we each carry.
What Discarding Meditation Actually Does
So what do you do with a mind full of pictures?
You don't fight them. You don't paint over them with positive thoughts - that just adds another layer. And you don't have to white-knuckle your way through life managing them forever.
You throw them away.
That's what this meditation is. Not adding calm on top of the noise - discarding the noise itself. You reflect on what's piled up inside you, and you let it go, picture by picture. As the pile gets smaller, the window gets clearer. And what's underneath was never anxious, never separate, never afraid. It was always there. Just covered.
I won't tell you it's instant or effortless. It takes honesty, and it takes showing up. But in my own life, I've watched the fear that once kept me crying at home lose its grip - simply because I stopped feeding the pictures that fed it. Many people who practice find something similar: as the mind empties out, the weight they'd carried for years just isn't there to carry anymore.
That's why I keep stepping out the door, nervous or not. I've felt what's on the other side of the dust - and I'd hate for anyone to spend a whole life mistaking the dust for the Truth.
And one honest note: if social anxiety is seriously affecting your daily life, please reach out to your doctor or a mental health professional too. This practice sits alongside that kind of support, never in place of it.
Trying It for Yourself
If any of this lands with you, you're welcome to come and try it for yourself. No pressure, and no belief required - just come and see what your own mind feels like with a little less in it. 🙏
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