anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Anxious
These walls that once seemed so familiar to me is now unfamiliar in the sense of I cant get a hang of what it is that I see. I feel like I am a monkey that doesn't know how to hang on the same tree she was just hanging on, just before you met her. Heart racing, mind pounding, I don't think thats what I meant to say, I think I meant to say heart thinking, mind beating, thats not right either, either way, this is how my brain is functioning in the same place I used to be okay. Key word is used to in the sense of no longer, no longer capable of breathing how I used to. No longer capable of smiling in the way that I used to. No longer able to live like I used to, because this feeling of how i'm feeling is not something i'm used i'm not feeling too chipper even though I feel i'm supposed to, and i'm not too happy with feeling i'm how supposed to, knowing my heart is thudding out of my chest. Like a baby chick stuck in its egg, or a baby bird that can't fly out of its nest, I am not at my best, and this is my talking in a manner of being pretentious, but I cant help it i'm selfish.
By UNpretentious5 years ago in Psyche
other natural phenomena
Everything was orange. The entire night glowed with the light from the street lights. The shadows were long and opaque stretching over the concrete sea across from the football stadium. It was if we were the only car in the parking lot. Yet, we were surrounded by dingy Civics and hatchbacks stuffed, to their torn headliners, of personal belongings - backpacks, plastic bins for organization, homework. The seats inside her all black 2002 Toyota Tocoma were grey with little blue and red pinstripes. There was nothing particularly flashy about the little truck. It had four doors, all worked accordingly. The seats were used but not torn or dirty - except for the cigarette hole in the passenger-side backseat. I am still unsure how it got there, whatever memory responsible for creating that blemish had been forgotten since I had entered her world. We both shared the front-right seat. Half cuddling, half crammed between the opposing armrests, the window, the center console, and the glovebox. This was not a space built for two people. Her head was nested in that little pocket between my arm, shoulder, and chest. In those moments we felt like the only people in the world. That moment felt eternal. Time was neither happening nor had happened. We simply sat there and endured.
By Cody Brock5 years ago in Psyche
Don’t Say the A Word
I never really understood what it was until a couple of years ago. “It’ll pass, don't worry,” “it’s just a strange phase” I’ve been told. Okay, I guess I can call it that. So I did, for a very very long time and I regret every minute of it. That’s not to say that I have been able to “fix” myself, but I think I can say there has been some progress.
By Stefania Enriquez5 years ago in Psyche
Six Ways To Defeat Anxiety
Are you someone who struggles with anxiety on the daily? Does it plague your life and determine the choices you make? If you focus on and heavily influence your day to day life with a spiritual mindset, you can overcome this struggle with a little bit of patience.
By Lisa-Marie5 years ago in Psyche
How I was taught to have and live with anxiety
For me, anxiety has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. These days while I am on my journey to obtain internal healing I am confronted with imagery, snap shots and even movies of different experiences that I've had that has single handedly shaped anxiety to be what it is in my life. With all things there is a root. A beginning. A starting point. An introductory point. Pre-vision if you will. I remember when I was around 3 or 4 years old being in an environment that was not necessarily safe for kids to grow up in and I remember being in bed at night with the lights being off and my room being completely dark. Even in darkness I could see a dark figure with a brimmed hat on approaching me. Fear paralyzed my body as my breathing became more rapid and tears filled my eyes. I don't remember what happened after that, but to this day I remember the feeling of fear,uncertainty, hopelessness, confusion and not being able to breathe. Needless to say, I have felt those same feelings throughout my childhood and it has followed me all the way into adulthood.
By Anjanette Yancy5 years ago in Psyche
Keep The Lights On
“Alex, you can’t sleep with the lights on. Adults don’t do that. Get a grip, turn the lights off and go to sleep,” I pep-talked myself at three-thirty in the morning, eyes glued to the ceiling. This was my nightly ritual. The skeletons in my closet were alive and well and loved to take me through a world of repeated terror every time the sun disappeared. I pulled myself to the side of the bed like a zombie and flipped the switch on my lamp causing an immediate flood of black to envelope my room. I rolled on my back, shut my eyes, and practiced rhythmical breathing, a handy method to fall asleep, courtesy of my therapist. It was effective.
By Alexandra Tett5 years ago in Psyche
