By Jaime Lintott
The problem is, I have Social Anxiety Disorder and as I get older, it gets worse, I get worse.
Prior to me joining Taekwondo, my life consisted Gilmore Girls reruns and a bag of Smartfood. The older I get the harder it’s become to get away with hiding in my room. I’m going to be 30 soon. I know this isn’t old but I also know that it’s old enough to have collected some pretty bad habits and really bad coping mechanisms, which, for me, mostly consisted of hiding or running scared.
Then, this past December, I watched Taekwondo at my local YMCA and fell in love.