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Narrative On Anxiety

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Doubt. Worry. Anxiety. Tears. Most of my high school career revolved around these feelings. Feelings of emptiness. Feelings of hopelessness. Often, feelings are inaccurate; they are just lies that we believe about ourselves. Many feelings that we feel are not the truth that God tells us; they are simply lies Satan wants us to believe. God tells us that He is always with us. He loves us. He has the best plan for us. However, remembering these truths, in the midst of such struggles, is hard. My struggle with anxiety and depression started at the end of my eighth grade year. There is a private college-preparatory school in my home town. My older brother attended here, and I desired to go here as well. My best friend was accepted to the school, but I was not; God had better plans for me. While this may seem small, as an eighth grader, this was such a disappointment to me. I guess you could say that my depression first stemmed from this, but I think this occasion just set it off. I now see and appreciate God not allowing me to get accepted, but at the time I did not understand why. As much as I did not want to, my only choice was to settle for public high school. I began my freshman year in the honor’s program. I went to school, full of anxiety every day, talked to my few close friends, and often came home after school and just cried. I was just going through the everyday motions and not fully living. I despised public school and most of the annoying, petty things involved in

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