anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
The Beginning of My Anxiety
I was lost and scared out of my mind. I had no idea what was going on at that time. All the worries I had deep within me just stood there in my head. They stood glued to my mind. My chest was in pain, a pain that is hard to describe, but if I had to I'd say it was as if my chest was being crushed by a thousand trees. That's when I started not to breathe properly. It was hard not to think about something else and get myself out of that horrible moment I was in.
By Bettsy Ramos7 years ago in Psyche
Perfume Kiosk
I can recall a specific errand my mother and I went on in order to get furniture for our new home. I can still smell the overbearing perfume from the merchandise kiosk as I lay on the carpet floor next to it. My heart was racing as the employees from the Bed, Bath, and Beyond store came sprinting in fear towards my limp body. I remember my heart racing as if it was going to give out any second, but my face still pressed to the cold carpet that covered that portion of the mall next to the perfume kiosk. Panicked and unfamiliar faces surrounded me as I lay there for what felt like a long, helpless century. I hope telling this story can shed light on the importance of fighting mental illness, overcoming pessimistic thoughts, and receiving help for those with serious disorders.
By Cameryn lytton7 years ago in Psyche
When the Mind Begins to Cave
When the Mind Begins to Cave To Whomever This May Concern, or Rather, Reach First, I am alive. Alive but not well. Stranded but still clinging to the idea that help will save me; thus, releasing me from this toxic hell hole I now know to be home. There have been virtually no signs of life on this mysterious island and I have merely nicked the surface that holds the secrets in place. This place is filled to the brim with signs of unreachable new life and species. However, all around me is silence. Silence so deep it becomes maddening, which only seems to speed up the arrival of my demise. Nights so cold you simultaneously feel relief and desperation with every breath you take. Days that are truthfully too complicated to even describe. You could say that I am going insane, but truth be told, I was never “normal.” And, since I am confessing, this is no island of reality. This is a nightmare of tangled thoughts and distorted dreams. Well, that’s what I tell myself anyway…It’s simply easier this way; to lull myself into a false sense of security. A “naked” reality as I deem it to be. Rather than lie to the world and pretend that all is grand.
By Abigail Teff7 years ago in Psyche
Chill Out!
All my life I grew up always striving to be the best at whatever it was that I was doing. Whether it be at sports, in school with my grades, or at work. Recently, me knowing what I’m capable of pretty much ended up with me suffering three anxiety attacks in three months, not sleeping well, multiple migraines, and a whole bunch of other stuff; I didn’t want to admit it but I was burnout. Something I thought I would never go through. I’ve only had panic/anxiety attacks whenever I’m in a car due to a past car accident that traumatized me for life.
By Angela Fernandez7 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety (and Others) in Teenagers
Teenagers have a very high rate of anxiety. It’s as simple as that. When you look at the numbers, around 80% of kids have a diagnosable anxiety disorder of some kind. That’s honestly a big deal, and those numbers nowadays are growing due to everyday things like school, pressure to get a job, and even their families at home.
By Spencer Gonzalez7 years ago in Psyche
Just Breathe
"Just breathe." The infamous words from my mother ring loud and clear still, an echo in my mind I will never not hear. Even before "The BIG MELTDOWN" and diagnosis, my mother would say these words to me anytime I was overwhelmed, scared, tired, frustrated, and anything in between. As aggravating as it became, I couldn't be more grateful for learning to breathe.
By Rae Nicole7 years ago in Psyche
