Personal Narrative: Dealing With Depression And Anxiety

I've struggled with Generalized Anxiety Disorder for years. It started when I was 11 years old...I bean over thinking things and became increasingly scared of social situations. In high school, it escalated quickly. I knew all too well the horror of anxiety attacks and many times I was too afraid to even get out of bed.

At the age of thirteen, I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and major depressive disorder. In the beginning, I felt like my brain was split in half - the irrational side and the rational side. The

An accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that played a key role in shaping who I am today was we when I no longer treatment for my mental illness – Major Depressive Disorder.

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

In my freshmen year, I got my first stage management job, as a production assistant on one of my school’s mainstage productions. The majority of those I was working with were graduate students and/or faculty. I was extremely intimidated and I struggled to do any task without apprehension, due to my generalized anxiety disorder. After noting this behavior, I began working on my confidence, in order to mitigate my trepidation, by way of reflection and therapy. When asked to tape out the prop table, rather than asking dozens of questions about which color of tape to use and the ideal position for the breakable wine glass, I just began the task, trusting my judgement. Sometimes I was corrected and had to redo my work, but most of the time, my work

Working with substance abuse clients fits with my career goal as I am pursuing the degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling. The reason for entering the counseling field was/is a genuine desire to help people who are going through difficult time in their lives and to show them there is a way out and there is a life that is worth of living. Personally, I have not experienced or have had people who abused substances, (overly) however, from the grief experience to a caregiver role intrigued me to pursue mental health as a whole. It is clear that mental health and substance abuse can have a powerful effect on one health, his/her family, and community. Having this in my mind, is nothing could be more rewarding than knowing that I could save

what to say though. Just say what you feel just as we are doing right now we both can see the therapist. Now I think I can sleep mom goodnight. Goodnight son.

Mental health disorders can affect anyone regardless of how much we make, what we do for work, or where we live. It is also very difficult for most people to be able to afford to pay for mental health services. In a recent article in the newspaper it mentioned how people are having a hard time to afford rents in this area. When it comes down to be able to pay your rent, paying for mental health therapy, or mental health prescriptions, rent will win every time. I work full time and I looked into how much it would cost for ongoing mental health treatment if it were necessary, and the cost is astounding, and that’s with insurance. There are regular visits with Primary Care Physicians that are required to monitor your progress which has a

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.

\The book I have chosen for my essay is a simple one, very understated but near and dear to my heart, All the bright places. Just about all my life I have struggled with some form of depression, it has been a never-ending battle for years. It has consumed every part of me and my life I had to drop out of school at the age of seventeen due to unforeseen circumstances, I lost every one of my friends because I was dragging them down. My life has been a never-ending reminder that I am not god enough. In the book there is this boy named Theodore he is a person who is surverly sad, the medical term for it would be manic depression. Theodore does these things that no one knows he does he stays under water for a bit longer then he should in the bath,

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

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.

I am not speaking about depression and anxiety alone but also to those who have been in abusive relationships & constant trauma. It is very hard to come out and talk about these things when you have gotten used to these issues and now see them as a norm. It can be very difficult coming out and saying "yes, I have been abused" or "yes I am dealing with depression" and I applaud the brave ones who have come out to share their stories with the world. Your story is not just a brief look

“ I cut myself. I’m bleeding out, I wasn’t thinking. It just happened, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m so dumb.” My brows furrowed as I start to ask questions. “ Where are you? Why did you do it? Talk to me. ” My body turns cold, I’m shaking. My face heats up with emotion as I continued to message her. My father calls to me. I ignored him, I was more concerned with my friend’s life than my dad’s random rambling. I spent four hours going back and forth with her and my other friend who was with her at the time. I persisted my friend to stay with me. I reminded her that all bad things will eventually get better. I explained to her how deeply people, including myself, loved her and if she was gone, it would hurt us and would leave an emotional scar that can never be erased.