Sixth grade was not a great year for me. I had severe social anxiety, depression, and insomnia. The social anxiety never seemed to fade. Due to my social anxiety, I missed a lot of school. I missed out on a lot of things, weather it was a birthday party, a holiday, or even just hanging out with friends. At the time, we didn’t know what was wrong. We didn’t know why I always got sick twenty minutes before school began, or why the very thought of human interaction made me sick. So, my parents decided to bring me to the hospital. I was terrified to go into the large, white building. I had it engraved in my young mind that it was going to be the worse experience of my life, it terrified me. On our way there, I was so nervous, I thought I wasn’t going to make it. My heart seemed like it was struggling to beat, my eyes were unfocused and staring hauntedly into the distance, and my breath was staggered and short. I could feel my hands begin to quake and become clammy. I honestly didn’t know what I was so afraid of. I tried my best to force my dazed eyes to focus on something, anything. I would stare out the window into the frosty, breezy air. My dad didn’t seem to take notice of my unease, and continued on his merry way. When we arrived, my heart decided it was no longer …show more content…
Once we were done, she sent us back into the waiting room to wait for the doctors. After a short while, a lady in blue scrubs stepped from a wide hallway and called my name. During the time we were sitting in the waiting room, my nervousness seemed to fade due to the fact I wasn’t thinking about it, but now I felt the wretched nervousness course through my chest. As we walked down the large hall, taking a turn to a room full of doctors, I continued to do my best not to think about anything. I tried to think about stories I had read earlier in the day or music I was listening
Butterflies, the perfect word to describe anxiety. Everyone on this planet will experience anxiety once or more times in their life. No one can avoid anxiety, except for those who live life boring. I myself have experienced anxiety many times throughout my high school career. High school life is a major reason for many mental break downs, and lost nerves.
There’s one issue that almost every teenager can relate to; it makes you constantly worried, it can cause your heart to beat out of your chest, and sometimes it can even make you want to just give up and have a meltdown. With hundreds of assignments to write, tests to study for, along with dealing with rude “friends” and just trying to fit in, anxiety can ultimately take over your mind and stay there.
Do you know what it feels like to have your palms sweat, throat close up, and your fingers tremble? This is the everyday life of someone who lives with anxiety. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I hear my brain freaking out about the day ahead of me. What do I eat for breakfast? What do I do first when I get home from school? What happens if I get in a car crash on my way to school? A million thoughts at one time racing through my head. I never have the time to process all of them. Most mornings, I lay in my bed and have to take a few deep breaths to begin my hectic but not so hectic day. That’s just the beginning. It’s safe to say that I feel that I 'm an anxious person and that I have an anxiety disorder.
The anxiety was crawling up my back as I waited outside of the tryout room. Everyone seemed nervous, I could hear people fingering through scales and see the sweat on their foreheads. Musicians take All-Region very serious, that’s why I was prepared or so I thought. I had spent months practicing the audition material. From 7:15am section classes to 4:30pm private lessons, I was ready but the pressure of All-Region was going to try and ruin that, but I wasn’t going to let it.
As a person who use to have severe social anxiety, I can resonate with all the experience and symptoms mentioned. The strangest part is that I can’t exactly pinpoint when it all started. If I had to discuss about the origin, I would describe it as a very slow development that began in my childhood. From my deepest memories as child, I remember I was always friendly and made friends easily. Every day after school, I would be seen playing in the park with other kids and beg my mom to take me out whenever she would go grocery shopping. However, as I got older, I started living with my sister and my brother in law. My brother in law never liked my nonchalant attitude. Many times, he would tell me that I am a selfish and naïve child because I have
I have anxiety. These three words are what every 1/13 people struggle to say every single day of their life and only 1/3 seek help. That is two children from every class in your average school. It's shocking how many people suffer because of this yet the issue is thrown under the rug and put off as people being dramatic. I'm here to show you how anxiety is a serious problem, it affects everyone and how the media wrongly portrays it.
Based on Shelly’s history, narrative therapy might work for her, because her problem is the problem. Basically, she suffers from anxiety, which is affecting her life in many ways. Her personal life is suffering from her anxiety, because she is not able to feel close to anyone or the sense of safety. The concept of narrative therapy is to focus on the person’s problem rather than the person. The treatment target is to decrease her anxiety. There are techniques that are being implemented to help her, such as writing down incidents, which make her feel unsafe or worrisome, in her journal. The reason why this therapy can help her, is because the concept that the therapy has, which is that the “problem is something that a person has and not something
In my life, I have experienced many challenges, and they have shaped me to become who I am today. From my experiences with paralyzing anxiety, I tell the unique story of God’s shalom. I have struggled with anxiety for as long as I can remember. Some of my earliest memories are of me experiencing an event that was traumatic. These events caused me serious mental and emotional turmoil. My anxiety would “kick in” randomly in my everyday life, from going to bed, to even just meeting new people. I am a sensitive person, so the anxiety I developed was intensified thanks to my impressionable emotions.
All my life I have struggled with anxiety. Whether it came to giving presentations in front of classes or finding a place to sit in the cafetaria, having a fear of approaching people. Looking for support in even those closest to me has always been difficult. However, there also come times in one's life where one must put themselves in a position of risk in order to further themselves. When I was a Junior, I pondered the idea of running for a position in my class's student government. There was one issue: I felt strongly as if my anxiety would impede my campaign severely.
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While I speak largely of anxiety as an affliction, it is also a motivating aspect of my identity that pushes me to work hard and never to settle. I have always been a high-achieving, competitive student. I have received many awards and academic scholarships, but never felt truly validated until I was awarded a Teaching Assistantship at the University of Central Oklahoma. This new role has caused me great distress and doubt, but has also rewarded me and validated me in ways that I had never even considered as possibilities. The image “Two Worlds” shows a black blazer hanging above a pair of Converse shoes. Professional dresswear symbolizes my role as a college instructor and my confidence that it has given me as a young academician. I worked
It was my first day of sixth grade, my expectations for the year were high. If you told me what would happen to me that year, I would have never believed you. My sixth grade year was probably my worst year. If my sixth grade year never happened the way it did, I’d probably be a whole different person.
Anxiety. That is certainly what I was feeling. Packing up my life, as embarrassing simple as it was, and moving over 2,000 miles across the country was certainly not what I thought I would be doing two months ago, but here I am. The plane was getting ready to land in Colorado Springs and my new life was getting ready to start. My palms were sweaty, and it wasn’t from the temperature of the plane.
Throughout my life I have always struggled with being a shy person and due to this I was diagnosed with social anxiety at a young age. I isolated myself from doing anything that required me to branch out including making new friends. When I got into high school I was faced with realization that if I wanted to do the things I loved I would need to branch out from the same two friends I have had for years. I decided to join volleyball, basketball, golf, choir, and band and through this I made new friends and became a little more independent on myself and less on my family and friends.
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.