IMPORTANT NOTE: If you’ve been struggling with blushing, this may be the most important letter you ever read…
If you’re suffering from a blushing problem right now, don’t worry, there is hope. The solution I outline in my audio book will eliminate any excessive blushing you may be suffering from. You can lead a normal life, free of blushing problems.
Well, I’m not a scientist, a shrink or a doctor. I’m just someone like you who was struggling with life because of blushing .
My life, however, hasn’t always been a struggle with blushing. Before it became a real problem it was just an annoyance.
It was around my mid teens when I became aware that I blushed easily. Like I said before, it annoyed me, but it wasn’t a problem. It wasn’t ruining my life.
Then for reasons I can’t pinpoint, it started to get worse. This is when I started blushing excessively and my downhill spiral began.
I started to dread every social situation, to the point that I stopped going out and hanging out with friends.
I started to blush more and more at work, which made it increasingly painful to turn up. It actually got so bad I ended up quitting two jobs. One of which was a hobby I had started to make money from.
I even started blushing in front of my family. So family interactions became things to dread and avoid as well.
It got to the point where, in every conversation with family, friends, co-workers and the opposite sex, I would blush, for no reason. It was painfully embarrassing.
And we aren’t talking about slight blushes here. I’m talking freak show blushes. You know what I’m taking about.
We’re talking blushes so intense that it was impossible to focus on anything but the pounding of blood in my head.
I remember one incident that made me realize how bad things had become. I was simply standing in the express line at the supermarket. There was an attractive woman in front of me paying for her groceries. As I was waiting for my turn, for no reason at all, I started to blush. It was an intense blush. I could see myself in some mirror panels on the shop wall. My whole head was like a giant beetroot.
Then came the sweat. Big beads started dripping down my head. I didn’t want to wipe my forehead in case I drew attention to my sweating. Ha – Like it wasn’t obvious already. A blind man could have seen the distress I was in.
As I stood there my anxiety shot through the roof. I just felt like a big blushing, sweating freak. And for what? Nothing. Absolutely no reason at all. I was just buying groceries.
So that was my life. It had become a day in, day out struggle with blushing. Life like that was just not worth living. I had become obsessed with the color of the skin on my face.