anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
"That's Not You"
As I grew up, my mother liked to say that I was a fun-loving child. She would say that I loved people and I wanted to make everyone smile. As I grew up, that flame dulled and the child that used to bare a smile everywhere she went soon turned into a girl that did not want to go outside out of fear of what everyone else was thinking about her.
By Ashleigh Smith8 years ago in Psyche
5 Fears Caused by Anxiety Disorders
Anyone who suffers from an anxiety disorder will tell you that fear is as common as breathing to them. Sometimes I'll feel a fear response for absolutely no reason. My brain just decides that something must be wrong and therefore panic. Sometimes fellow sufferers like me will have fears of things we really shouldn't be afraid of, yet we panic nonetheless.
By Kitty Offria8 years ago in Psyche
How People Can Get Over Their Anxiety
My name is Andy and I'm going to be offering a story on my anxiety and how I got over it. I've decided to write about this because 28 percent of the world's population suffers from some form of anxiety or another. Those can range from social anxiety, OCD (Obssessive-Compulsive Disorder), Genralised Anxiety Disorder (GAD), and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
By Andy Midgley8 years ago in Psyche
I Think I Broke My Brain
I think I broke my brain. No seriously, I think it packed up its hamster and wheel and just bolted. For the last few days, I have been in a real fog. It has been like watching myself and everyone/thing around me from a 50-yard distance. I know what broke it too, but I am not sure on how to fix it. Well, the ways I have tried have not worked at least. The worst part is, the worse this fog gets the more I feel like I am failing. Perfect example just happened, middle of that sentence my brain decided it wanted to scream, “CRAP, THE LAUNDRY!” I had started it this morning and so far have not finished a whole load and it is now a little after 6 PM. Oh boy, what am I gonna do with my brain?
By Lilithea Adasia8 years ago in Psyche
Psychosis
I'm going to start off by saying I'm using this title word very broadly here. This topic generally includes several smaller concepts that work together into one little word that many people are terrified to use. Why can't we be honest about what is ailing us? How can a doctor, a medical professional, sit across from you and tell you that they do not "believe in" your illness? Why do we not have free healthcare across the board like so many countries that we claim to be lesser than us in stature and economy? These are our decisions, but the reason nothing changes is that we don't talk about it. That's how we end up with something so atrocious as the Fetal Heart Bill in Iowa. I will re-iterate it again and again; we have to talk about these chronic ailments, the lack of appropriate health care available, and how our government is making money off of all of us for these precise reasons.
By Alyssa Houser8 years ago in Psyche
A Minute? More Like Eternity
I sit down ready to eat, my stomach roaring with anger. I decide to view the menu. A cheeseburger with tomatoes, lettuce, and lots of ketchup. Of course, don't forget the side of fries and a vanilla milkshake. Simple. Basic. I smile to myself, thinking about how easy it was for me to pick the food I wanted. I almost laughed, but I caught myself. I started to wonder how concerning it would be to see a middle-aged woman with accidental tan skin with bright blue eyes and jet black hair to be laughing to herself. At a table. Alone. I look around, hoping to see someone else without an eating partner to talk, laugh, and experience their meal with. I continue to scan the room awkwardly, trying not to be obvious that I am observing people. Their small habits and features. I look down at my nearly empty table. I stare at my purse, hands, and the tiny condiment bottles that I do not dare to use.
By Grace Mitchell8 years ago in Psyche
5 Things I Wish You Knew About My Anxiety
It's becoming less taboo of a topic, but my mental illnesses (anxiety and depression) are difficult to speak about. For years, only my closest, closest friends knew that I took anti-depressants, and that was only after months, if not years, of being friends.
By Stephanie King8 years ago in Psyche
Living with Anxiety
I am 36 yrs old, single mother and recently diagnosed with ADHD and anxiety. I want to share my story because so many people think that adults diagnosed with ADHD are full of crap and people with anxiety need to "chill out". Well, living with anxiety and having your mind constantly going and worrying is not easy to shut off. I didn't realize I had ADHD until my 5-year-old son needed to be evaluated for it. I started researching the symptoms and finding out I had a lot of the symptoms but I never told anyone. My best friend and mother is the only one who could tame anxiety attacks I would have or the overthinking and constant worry that plagued me every single day. I needed to find a way to get ahold of it so I could help my son as he was officially diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 7. One fact I did not know was that this is hereditary and my mother was diagnosed with ADHD in her 60s! I now have two jobs, bought a house for my children and I. The anxiety has gotten so much worse with all the stress that comes from owning a home as a single mother, but it is manageable. Sharing my story will hopefully shed light on the stigma that is given to adults living with ADHD and anxiety. We suffer and fight it everyday. As a mother we HAVE to be strong for our children and I do not want to let them down in the future.
By Marina Turpin8 years ago in Psyche
The Closure Generalized Anxiety Disorder Gave Me
The entirety of my childhood, I had this nagging feeling sitting at the edge of my brain. It started small, almost unnoticeable, like a papercut almost. I could easily ignore it and go about my day, but at the end of the day it was still surely there. However, the more time passed, it didn't heal up or go away, it just continued to get worse. What started as slight nervousness and restlessness had fully evolved to an impending sense of doom that came to control every aspect of my life. At the drop of a needle, I would be having a full-blown meltdown about things as small as ordering dinner in the drive-thru. But at the time, I never realized that this was anything but normal. My parents had always told me that it was okay to worry a little, or feel nervous, or feel restless, and so forth. Every time I brought up this feeling to try and find answers, I was given the same script of answers every time: "...it's all in your head..." or "...you're overreacting..." or "...just get over it..." or "...it'll pass..." So I coped. I made it day to day, even with this feeling dragging me down with the iron grip it had on me.
By Bailey Theismann8 years ago in Psyche
