Personal Narrative: A Sense Of Anxiety

Walking through the halls, I caught myself looking at other students to see if they were looking at me. I had no confidence in who I was, and didn’t like the person I perceived myself to be. Social anxiety affected every aspect of my life.

I was sitting in a blue chair in the kitchen, confused. My brother was sitting to my right. I looked into my dad’s eyes; they were pained and full of sadness. He started speaking to us, but I only remember hearing the last sentence: “Dadi has a terminal neurological condition, called PSP.” Shock rushed through my body as I processed his words. Every memory of my grandparents, living life to the fullest within their quaint house in the Pittsburgh suburbs, rushed through my mind as I tried to hold on to the past.

Prior to arriving, I couldn’t keep my heart from racing. We pulled up to the office, but I wasn’t ready to go in yet. I kept thinking about those terrifying injections. My mom took me by the hand and brought me inside. I was nervous beyond belief sitting in the lobby. Eventually, the nurse called me back. I slowly proceeded to follow her into the back.

It was the day of the surgery, I was so nervous that I could have passed out at any moment from my anxiety. I felt sicker then I had in years, I would have thrown up if I had had any food to eat in the past twenty-four hours. When me and my family got to the hospital my anxiety went up another level and I was practically shaking, the smell of all the chemicals they use wasn’t helping my nausea any either. When I was in the room getting ready for surgery I was overwhelmed with what was about to happen so I ended up confiding in my mom that

I collapsed to the floor as my lungs shrunk two sizes and my tears couldn’t even be released due to my inability to breathe, let alone stand. This was my first real panic attack, and my body had succumbed to my mind. Backstage, just minutes before my first play, I began to think about all of the improvisation necessary for my role, and how I had to be in character continually (so as not to ruin the play for everyone else), and I couldn’t handle it. My lines had been erased from my mind, and my vision went blurry from tears and fear. Just then, two people had surrounded me, squatting to get on my level. Dizzy and ready to faint, my two best friends had helped me get a grip of reality again. They reminded

As a young girl I have always had a constant fear residing inside of me. Growing up I was never the loud outgoing kid. I was reserved and hated being the center of attention. I had what many would call social anxiety. People think social anxiety is just being shy, reserved or depressed. But they don't understand what goes on inside the mind of a person who's constantly scared of rejection, messing up or being judged. They assume that if they can't see it it's not really there. Over the course of my life, I have faced many challenges but through them all I am still standing.

Even though Hannah loved enjoying amazing weekends, they usually threw her off track when she entered the new work week. This past weekend was yet another one of those epic weekends where she enjoyed spending time with Paul, shopping with friends and visiting a new church.

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Once my operation was over, I looked around in amazement. Most five year old children would cry after being in the emergency room—not I. I simply stood up and smiled, pondering on the limitless possibilities that exist within the medical field. I was envious of those doctors. I wanted

that was years ago. when the best part of my day was still waking up to see your face. the year when the snow covered the ground at easter and we spent all night sat in out blankets in the cold, watching shitty rom coms and tv series. i used to have no worries or fears because i k new that wherever i was, you’d be there with me so i would never face my fears alone. there were times where i was so scared. maybe due to my social anxiety or maybe do to the depressing thoughts that made me numb. but you were always by my side.

When I was younger, doctor’s offices were a big part of my life. One appointment, I walked into the office, of course with my mother because of my father’s low attention span, and chose the seat that had the fewest people surrounding it. My mom grabbed a magazine and we would discuss what was going on in the news, or in our lives. I could hear my heart beating up until the nurse called my name, so I did not listen to much of what my mother was talking about. I would just stare at the pale brown walls, and wish I could just disappear in the lifelessness of it all. I always felt a rush as the nurse called my name. I would walk over and the nurse would begin to make small talk, which I was never interested in having. I just wanted to get out of there. Each time I knew I was going to hear something I didn’t want to. Whether I had to start a new medication, or have

I heard cries, but I had no idea they were coming from me. The lights started to flicker, I couldn't breathe. I was holding myself captive and I was being looked at by everyone; it felt like the world was watching. A feeling of disoriented confusion and panic ran through my mind. I was experiencing my first panic attack in the midst of all my closest friends at a house party. I didn't know it at the time, but this was the first of many. This event changed my life forever because it taught me that we all have control of the environments we are in and if you ever feel uncomfortable you can just leave.

The day comes. It's 8 in the morning over in Caledonia. There's 2 other people already in there getting their wisdom teeth out, one of them being my neighbor so me and my dad talk to her mom while waiting for it to be my turn. I'm nervous being it's my first ever kind of surgery, things go in my mind as the worst possible thing that could happen, what if when I go under I don't wake up, or I wake up

May 30, 2015, at 9:00 pm, I had a complete mental breakdown. At that very moment, I realized in exactly twelve hours, I would have four fewer impacted wisdom teeth. My heartbeat accelerated as my parents attempted to provide me comfort and support during my extreme panic attack. I could practically taste the salt from my constant stream of tears. Crying myself to sleep seemed the only solution that did not involve having a heart attack. Ring! Ring! My loud, annoying alarm clock sounded early the next morning. As I got dressed, my palms were soaked with sweat, my legs were ferociously shaking, and my heart rate was accelerating. I tried to log onto social media to distract myself from the painful process about to occur, but there were too many negative thoughts floating in my head, and the wireless provider was unavailable. I was conflicted and on the verge of crawling in and out of the car, due to my emotional instability. As I sat in the waiting room, my anxiety worsened. It was at it's most extreme levels and seemed to heighten all my

The day of the operation my muscles were tense and my body was suddenly filled with adrenaline. I knew from the start what I was getting into as my contract clearly stated.