As I sit snuggled up in my bed with music softly playing in the background and the book I'm currently reading by my side, I reflect on how I am truly representing the ideal situation for many introverts to be in. Being an introvert is a trait of mine that I have been embarrassed about for my entire life, especially when my outgoing-ness began to decline. When I was in elementary school, I was extremely talkative, exciting, and just downright fun. However, once middle school started, I began to step back and close myself off. I stopped raising my hand in school, didn't talk to as many people, and overall stayed home much more often. No one really seemed to realize that this was happening, which lead to a downward spiral of me feeling invisible since.

Moving my way through high school, I had managed to form a small group of friends through band. Music was our muse, which led us to connect in ways that most friends never really get the chance to. There were four of us, and while the number is small I cherished their friendship and how close we grew. Even though I was aware that my friends had a bunch of other friends, I was still comfortable with the fact that they were really my only ones. In the fall, marching band took over my life, which basically exhausted all of my social time. I was never really invited to parties in high school, I hated sleepovers, and never had any money, so I usually resorted to laying in my bed and watching Netflix when I wasn't busy with band.