Personal Narrative-Anxiety And Overwhelm

I remember having to sit down with my mother and father at the age of six and they asked me “Where did he touch you?”. Do you know how hard that is? Do you know how hard it is to explain to your parents how you were sexually abused by a family member? I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I remember them telling me that it was not my fault but I could not help but believe that it was all my fault. Could I have stopped this? Surely I could have told somebody what was happening but why didn't I? I think I was scared. I did not know what my parents would think of me if I told them. I did not want anyone in my family finding out, and I knew if I told my parents, everybody would find out. Everybody did find out but nobody talked about it. It was just something that was known. When I was younger, I thought maybe nobody knew but as I grew up and wasn’t allowed alone with this family member, I just assumed everybody knew. I do not know whether I am mad or glad that this is not talked about within my family. I almost feel like the whole situation was swept under the rug because maybe my parents did not want to believe how serious the abuse actually was. I guess nobody will understand how bad it was besides me. It is still really hard to see this person and family get togethers. It makes me dread the holidays when we all get

Growing up in poverty not only made me the person I am today, it made me want a better version of myself for my future self and family. This is a goal I know I could achieve through continuing my education to Florida State University. I believe I would benefit from the community at Florida State University because I would be surrounded by other students who want to improve their academic career and lives, as they willingly attend to pursue their chosen degrees. Also, I’ll be able to immerse myself in clubs and organizations that consist of people who share the same dream of a career in science and medicine. The community at Florida State University will benefit from me because not only do I work my hardest, I have the dedication, and confidence, to succeed in anything I set my mind to. Working hard at my job and school, allowed me gain experience with time management, discover my dedication to education, and discover my dream college: Florida State

This feeling was unusual because as a youngster, I spent most of my childhood going on acting auditions and

For 4 years from the ages 2-6, I was sexually abused by a close family friend who was also my babysitter. I never understood what happened to me, even after my sexual predator got convicted. Finally reaching the age where I was old enough to process my sexual abuse, I started to form a resentment towards him. Only recently in the last couple years I have let go of what happened to me because I am a survivor. At such a young age, I trusted this man with all I could. Multiple sexual activities as they were preformed on me and I thought it was normal. I never told anyone, I feared him. In my summary, I talk about the life lessons pedophiles give to their victims. From what I can remember he would always try to give me life lessons. He showed me how to ride a bike, to be polite to strangers, taught me Germen and so

Based off of the article “National Statistics on Child Abuse”, in 2014 there were 116,940 children, ages zero to six, who were sexually molested. In the fall of 2014, a person very close to me contributed to that statistic. He is my cousin and was my best friend; we told each other everything. My 16 year old cousin sexually molested a four and five year old boy and girl, respectively and my seven year old cousin. The acts he performed are so horrifying and disgusting that I can’t write what he did without sounding crude. I never realized how deeply a betrayal could hurt someone emotionally until I experienced it first-hand.

After the incident, there were multiple Acute Critical Stress Symptoms that have occurred. Upon discovering the hole on the fuel truck, I froze and slowly climbed down the truck, myself and the driver of the truck assumed that the mortar round was inside the truck (it turned out, the mortar round hit the tank and ricochet and hit the ground, leaving an 8 inches hole). I have been thinking about the incident and the what if scenario kept playing on my head. There were a great deal of questions, such as, exposing my team to danger, to include the considerable amount of what could have gone wrong that could have loss many lives that night. I woke up several times with a cold sweat, nightmares, difficulty sleeping and fear of event repetition.

What will it take for them to realize what truly goes on inside our brains. Sticking out like a sore thumb or a lost shoe in the center of the highway. Anxiety is like not being able to breathe even being outside. I wish I could somehow explain the science behind how they make me feel. I got my first dose of anti-depressants when I was twelve years old. An artificial happiness that “worked”. The drugs never worked. But doesn’t mean a goddamn thing about being depressed! Sometimes the medications didn’t work because I was already happy, but people have to dig deeper to find out what the problem is. When someone takes their own life, how are we supposed to react? Are we supposed to think it’s just sad? Taking your own life is an ugly side of

When I was little, I was suffering with illness anxiety disorder. A minor symptom or body sensation would easily make me think that I have some kind of serious illnesses. It was all started back when was six, when my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. He died after a year battle with cancer. However, everything changed when I was in the summer of third grade, when I noticed that one of my breasts was unusually bigger than the other. I didn’t tell my parent after a while because I did not like the idea of going to the hospital. I hated hospitals, I hated the smell and the feelings of being there; the last time I was there was when I was visiting my grandpa.

“Ugh I'm so board!” I thought one day. I got bored of playing with legos and I decided to get a snack. While I was walking upstairs I saw something I've never seen before. A smooth black container, that read in bold letters PS3 gaming console and several other small boxes that said things I've never heard before like Call of Duty, Uncharted 3,and Sonic Dimensions.

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

My freshman year at Texas State University was highlighted by making the Dean’s List, receiving the Outstanding Freshman Award, and getting a Resident Assistant position that I am currently fulfilling as I apply to the University of Texas at Austin. Everything I have ever done is tied in with my lifelong goal of being employed by the elite group of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and it all starts at the University of Texas. I have never wanted anything more in my life than to attend this prestigious university where I feel confident that I will be challenged both academically and culturally. I can attest that I will exhibit fidelity, bravery, and integrity inside and outside of the classroom. I know my commitment to academic achievements will go a long way in helping me achieve my ultimate goal, and that is attending UT and representing the Latino population through a strong and steadfast academic commitment to success. I am prepared to overcome any hardships and obstacles that I may encounter.

At the tender age of eight my cousin molested me. Three years later, as if a neon ‘victim’ sign had been placed on my forehead, a trusted family neighbor also sexually abused me. Finally, when I was 13, my own godfather sexually abused me in a series of events that spanned over a year. As a result, these acts sealed my fate of a spiral into shock, rage and self-blame.

The first thing to know about me is that I am a shy person until I feel comfortable. I like to have good relationships with my teachers because it takes away any uneasiness. It is important to me to be in a comfortable environment because of my anxiety. I have always been an anxious kid, but it became more serious from seventh grade and on. I regularly get panic attacks that happen whenever and wherever, but more likely if I don’t feel safe. If I start to panic during class, it’s best for me to have someone I trust close by. Lucky for me, a couple of my friends will be attending your class with me.

Things that stress me are difficult assignments that I have little time to do, not getting enough sleep, as well as having to rush to get somewhere or do something. What makes a difficult assignment stressful to me is the fact that I do not understand the work as well as I want to. Not getting enough sleep puts a lot of stress on my body because that immediately starts my day off badly. By not getting enough sleep it leaves you lethargic for the rest of the day and can cause you to lose focus on what you're supposed to do at that time. Rushing to get something done is another stress causing because you have no time to sit back and relax. It can also cause me to get irritated and upset, making you regret not preparing for whatever should have got taken care of in advance. When rushing to

I have never had a real tough life. I don’t have abusive parents, problems with money all the time or anything like that. You could say, looking from the outside, my life is pretty basic and it really is.The problems I do go through lie within my head.