I Am Not Anxious - Original Writing

Please don't think I am here for sympathy. This is not meant as a sob story, this is meant as a warning. Please, be cautious. There are monsters lurking out there.

“The attempt was nearly successful. She lost a lot of blood. Thank God you found her as quickly as you did. Another few minutes in the bathtub and she would have bled out. Right now, my biggest concern is the infection. The wounds are not getting better by themselves. We need antibiotic ointment or pills, which we’re out of right not.”

Brian,* a 20-year-old Northeastern University student, carefully lays out his “stash” of blue pills on a table one Sunday evening. As he organizes them into groups according to size and dosage, he mentally runs through his class work and assignments for the week.

Members of the stabilization group are complaining about Tom's jitteriness in group sessions. They say he is constantly moving, and they are beginning to feel anxious while near him. You ask Tom to describe what he is experiencing, and he tells you he isn't sure, but he knows that since he started taking that new medication, he has not been able to sit still.

their medicine, but added, "I can't exactly go into their dorm room and count their pills."

The boy suddenly spoke, “Don't worry. They stopped drugging you a few days ago. That’s just to give your body nutrients. Just close your eyes. And don’t make a scene when they come back, or they’ll drug you again.”

Dr. Goodfriend and Buddy are high school friends. Every 6 to 9 months Dr. Goodfriend and Buddy speaks on the phone about career, family members, and there whereabouts about other classmates. One day Buddy calls Dr. Goodfriend to talk about how stressed he has been over the last month. Buddy, lost his job, having financial issues, trouble sleeping, he stops exercising, has little energy, having fleeting thoughts about hurting himself, and short tempered towards his wife and kids. Dr. Goodfriend was being a good listener, empathizes with Buddy, offering advice, provided Buddy with general encouragement, and suggested a book about stress management and anxiety. Buddy started to feel a lot better after speaking with Dr. Goodfriend. Before Buddy hangs up the phone with Dr. Goodfriend, he made a comment and say 's "Thanks. My wife told me that I should see a therapist, but I told my wife that I can talk with you, and it will be cheaper".

“I see, so if we make him feel fear, then his heart rate will speed up. So if we make him calm, it will slow down, causing him to change back. He needs serious medical care urgently and will need to be delivered to the hospital.”

“I know how you feel, but it’s for your own good. You’ll go crazy knowing you don’t have long to live. It’s better if you were able to plan your death,” Dr.Jane reasoned. Handing Nova a bottle of pills, Dr.Jane said, “Here, take these, it should give you more time to live. Until then, think about taking the

«Can you help him?» The voice of Jehan is full of anxiety. «Can you ask to your office about that? He’s almost thinking of selling a kidney!»

Stanford sat hunched over at the kitchen table. Papers, journals and useless potions were scattered about. He had gone through nearly everything in the journals, and nothing had worked. “What am I going to do?” He thought solemnly.

Nodding the woman just placed the bag on the table, she pulled out the nightquile in pills form. Relfief spread on the knockles face in sitting down as Donold walked over and nodded for the moment, "Maybe we can get some peace

"Everyone does it. They're just pills that make you concentrate," she explained. She was taking them to deal with her "big day" ahead.

“Well, Max knows people who knows other people who knows some doctors that could help. Especially with some shit that could be used also as doping. Which I found quite ironic, considering that this is for you. But anyway. Here you are! Your medicine, finally!”

"This do sounds crazy, and I really want to trust you. But doctor, Mary was still in the ER room few minutes ago." Kat looks at me with worry, " Did you get enough sleep doctor?"