Personal Narrative: Analyzing Anxiety While At Home

That was the phrase that had been assaulting my ears for the last half an hour. Although it wasn’t odd that someone was telling me that specific phrase, this time it was different. My grandmother, whom I thought had understood my problems, had just proven to me that she actually didn’t. At the age of 12, I was heartbroken.

"Joey has done all she set out to do… even right to the very end, and by sheer will-power (and God’s grace), she was still here to to see our baby’s 2nd birthday. Over the last number of weeks her pain had gotten worse and her health had continued to decline rapidly. And not long after Indy’s birthday my wife decided that ‘enough is enough’. She was ready to stop fighting and she told me so. She said the flowers would soon be blooming back in Tennessee. It’s time to go

On 05/31/17, at 4:36pm, I was dispatched to the area of Noe Bixby Rd and Sedalia Ave on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and drove around. As I was driving north bound on Noe Bixby Rd when I was flagged down by the caller that originated the call. I pulled over and exited by vehicle. The complainant stated the dog was running loose in the area; she was able to capture the dog (medium mix black/white) and wait until I arrived. I had the complainant completed an animal release form. I place the dog in my vehicle; the dog had no identifying markers indicating ownership. As I was in the process of putting information into our database (Shelter Buddy) Franklin County Animal Care and Control (FCACC) Dispatcher B. Grotsky advised me that he just received a phone in regards to someone possible owing the dog I had in my vehicle.

Once the staff was able to cart him off the field coach yelled, “ Get in there Joey”. My eyes lit up and I sprinted to the huddle. “Great to see ya” muttered Jack who seemed a lot less than grateful.

“I remember you! You were my friend who stopped me from taking over the Earth! Thank you for helping me and being a great friend!” Joey exclaimed.

Joey: Start building my living quarters with beds and other furniture from other houses. Create lighting, unpack my stuff. Search for food and drinking water. If time start looking for maps and directions.

After being hospitalized for meningitis when I was eleven years old, I began to struggle with anxiety and a stutter. Although I did not have these problems before my illness, no one is certain that meningitis was the cause.

In my seventh-period P.E. class Mrs. Greene announced to us, “That it is cold outside so you can either stay in the gym or go outside.” Faith, Jessica, and I stood up from the hard black unappealing plastic bleachers to go outside. As I opened the door, the wind whipped around my bare skin and leaves whirled along the ground. “It is freezing; I'm going back inside.” I retorted. We were walking along the narrow hallway going back to the gym when we met Carlie. She gave us no room to walk by her so I retreated to the wall that way we wouldn’t collide with each other. I turned around and saw Carlie bump into Faith. “Move outta my way.” Faith screeched ferociously. Carlie looked at Faith with her eyes glaring, but preceded to walk onward down

They were acting like Joey might end up being here with them. After that, they elaborated about it all.

“Faith! Hailey! I can’t believe you guys came! I haven’t seen you at past reunions!” Then all three of us started to get talking. They both really like how their lives turned out and so do I. Ashlyn became a sports medicine physician for the Giants and even married a guy on the team.

If I were a famous YouTube sensation, my most watched video would be called: My Depression and Anxiety Story. When I was a Sophomore in high school, I went through a long period of time where I felt utterly miserable and alone all of the time. I would want to share my story with everyone, so they would know that even the most unlikely person can go through hardships. This is my story.

I live in Westchester County NY , which is a big challenge for me to be there and help my daughter with her work everyday . I wish I could have been there before this was happening ,it's a big concern that Montana didn't have this support while she is not at home . She only here every other weekend. I can't control what is happening at her father' houses neither their schedule or how they support her. But I hope that things turns round after the conversation I had with Her father and rest of his family . We are looking to fix the problem by hiring a person to help out while chad is at work or grandmother or any other member of his family aren't available.

So I ran outside and started my car. On my way, I called her dad who was away on a business trip to tell him the news. He was going to be home tomorrow morning. Then I ended the call as I pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.

I am in the plane right now! It’s finally happening. Whooowhooo! Okay, so my day consisted of Chic Nguyen picking us up at around 2 p.m and driving us to Philadelphia. Thanks him we were able to stay on schedule. When we got to Philly, we as a whole group decided to eat at Pho Saigon. I ordered a Pho Dac Biet, which was delicious, but there were just too much to finish. After we finished, we waited patiently at Dunkin Donuts. The van picked us up at 7 p.m, I packed our things up and said my goodbyes to Mom, Andy, and Chic Nguyen. It was a good farewell, I will be seeing them again in a month anyways. During the three hour ride to John F. Kennedy International Airport I had some thoughts swarming into my brain. “Will everyone like me? How

When we got to the house I saw everyone. They cried. Some of them just sat there, looking into space probably thinking why did this all happen. No one was happy. That whole time.., everyone just felt sorry for one another.