I Don't Want Her To Be Afraid
The first time I went out alone, I was sitting in my car outside the venue thinking of an excuse not to go in. The thought of walking in there without knowing anyone triggered anxiety I didn’t even know I had.
“It’s OK, Kern. You can do it. Just walk in.”
That was me hyping myself up. It took about ten minutes of that, most of it staring in the car mirror, before I finally opened the door and stepped headfirst into my fear.
I was 25.