It wasn't fun. Yet, as much as I hated it while in the situation(s), I've come to value those experiences & others like them.
While I sat stalled in my life, affected by my social anxiety, all I could see was my own anger and sorrow. Once that fog began to clear, I started to feel the appreciation I had learned for simple kindnesses. So many little (& big) things in life are overlooked or taken for granted and yet, not only do they matter; sometimes they are the difference between life and death (or happiness and anguish) to others.
Those experiences also taught me a lot about how to treat others or how *not* to treat others, as the case may be.
I've come to think of it like this:
Life gave me a huge pile of manure & several options. I can choose to wallow in it & carry the stink of deeds long since passed, effectively ensuring I remain alone; I can choose to make explosives & inflict pain upon those around me, hurting guilty and innocent alike; or I can choose to fertilize and grow a garden, which will provide both food and beauty to share with my community.
Personally, I'm going with the latter choice.

Also, I apologize if I just derailed your thread.