anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Anxiety
Do you know what it’s like to live in my shoes? Do you know how it feels to constantly hide how you feel because nobody understands? I live in a world where I have to grin and bear it. These thoughts in my head, always contradicting themselves, constantly running around my head. There are times I feel like I’m drowning and can’t get my way back. But yet, I wear a smile on my face. Why? Why do I do that? Most people don’t understand what it is like to have anxiety and panic attacks. It’s not really talked about making people with it think they are all alone in the battle.
By Kaylee Dutkiewicz5 years ago in Psyche
My Brain on Debt
Debt is a migraine. It’s multi-sensory; it’s overpowering. It takes over your entire life. Debt is always there. It’s like a parasite, burrowing its way into your brain. You can be going about your day as normal trying to ignore it, laughing with friends, working. And then suddenly you can’t breathe, your heart is palpitating and your mouth is dry, because it makes itself known again.
By Sara Parkinson5 years ago in Psyche
Out of the abyss
I couldn’t feel my hands, or my feet for that matter. Even my brain felt numb. I would pinch myself if I could move. “Unfortunately the hospital fees took most of what she had, but she was still able to leave you $20,000.” His hands twisted in his lap. Lawyers should never have to deal with emotional people. “That should be enough to get yourself going.” I could feel him stare, waiting for my response.
By Corinne Nicewick5 years ago in Psyche
Living With Anxiety
Anxiety doesn’t discriminate. It comes in all shapes and sizes, and like a leech...it latches on to its victim and sucks the life out of them. It can be so crippling, that thought of a stranger asking “How are you?” makes you afraid to go out into public.
By Hailey Alexandria Baldwin5 years ago in Psyche
Balcony Time: A Gift to Anxious Organizers
"Why can't you be more organized like you were in high school?" My mom's words came at the worst possible time. With a new job that demanded strong skills in self-management and a new community of people to find belonging in, life just didn't seem as simple as making sure my priorities were consistently written down and checked off (as satisfying as checking off that to-do list can be!) And here's the thing: that straight-A, check-the-box student, with a backpack weighed down as if about to embark on an expedition up Everest? Internally, she was a mess.
By Amanda K. Millar5 years ago in Psyche
