High School Wakingout Essay

Going to bed crying every night isn’t exactly how you would picture your freshman year of highschool. It is supposed to be this fresh start with new friends, teachers, and an abundance of opportunities. This was not the case for me, in my first year of high school waking up had become one of the hardest tasks I would do on a daily basis. Simple tasks such as waking up and walking out of bed had become something that I was physically unable to do. Irving, Texas wasn’t the most eventful place the live in, but I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all of the resources I have utilized here. I attend Jack E. Singley Academy, a school where I have the opportunity to focus on exactly what I want to pursue as my career, which I am ever so grateful for. On the other hand 15 year old me struggling with panic disorder and depression attending high school for the first time felt differently. If you have never experienced anxiety or depression it may be hard to empathize, but imagine waking up in the mornings and being dragged out of bed due to your inability to find any single sliver of motivation to not sleep all day. Then once you finally wake up you are overwhelmed with anxiety, this wave of emotions and feelings you can’t control, a million butterflies flying at 100,000 miles per hour inside your stomach, all while your throat closes in and you are

My life began to go out of sorts, my great grandmother dying of cancer, my parents divorce, my anxiety and depression began. Middle school was the first time I had experienced panic attacks and depression, but highschool was when it became serious. I began to experience panic attacks regularly and my life was being drastically affected by my depression, and began to become apparent through my performance in school and lack of