Okay, dude. Guess it's just my imagination that my social circle steadily shrank while I was dealing with social anxiety and I all but quit going out recreationally for a solid two years. Must have imagined all the canceled plans and fights with my concerned extrovert partner, too.

These days I'm doing a lot better and reconnecting with old friends, but I still need solo recovery time at home to spend some time in my own "internal reality," because shockingly enough, even in a vastly more emotionally stable and confident place in my life, I'm still an introvert. Doing things alone and spending time with my own thoughts is both a pleasure and a necessity.

It's like women are individuals or something.