Personal Narrative: Generalized Anxiety Disorders

Anxiety happens to everyone, at some point in time. In fact, a little anxiety can actually be good for you. It can help you respond appropriately to danger, and it can motivate you to excel at work and home. (www.mayoclinic.com) However, when anxiety becomes so strong that it affects your daily

Current epidemiological data suggest anxiety disorders are the most prevalent type of childhood psychological disorders. Generalized Anxiety Disorder or GAD is described by excessive worrying about a variety of events, including those in the past, present, and future. Children with this disorder worry excessively about a number of issues, including past conversations or actions, upcoming events, school, family health, their own health, competence in sports or academics, and world events. Typically, children experiencing such excessive worry find it difficult to control the amount of time that they worry, and the worrying interferes in their daily life. Sometimes children don’t realize their anxiety is excessive considering the situation.

The last way that psychology applies to my life is through Psychological therapies. The goal of physiological therapies is to help people function in everyday life more efficiently. Therapies are helpful for virtually anyone. Even if you do not have a Psychological problem having a therapist you can trust and talk to can be very helpful for anyone. When I was younger I was very irritable and stressed out all the time. I always felt like I was not as good as everyone else but the way I acted it seemed that I thought I was better than everyone else. Around the time of this I was on a Select baseball team and the coach was very hard on us. We would practice weekday after school for three hours. This was very stressful and mad me not have time for anything else this is what contributed to most of the stress I was under. I then went to see a Therapist which as a kid I thought was not going to help. Also I did not want my friends to know I was going to a therapist because I was afraid they would make fun of me. However, once I started going to meet with him occasionally I could talk about anything and I felt like I could trust him with whatever I said. Eventually I got to the point to where I

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.

I experienced childhood in a three-room duplex with six other individuals, my mother, father, older sister Claire(17), and three younger brothers Colin(13), Cody(10), and Cason(8). Life was entirely typical for me when I was younger, aside from me breaking a bone on a play area zip line, however next to that, I would state I was normal. My dad was and is still an extremely giving individual, I mean we could be penniless, and he would in any case attempt to help everybody out. I figure that rubbed off on me in light of the fact that as I got older I began volunteering at places like Ivey Ranch since I loved horses and the nearby schools. I started to understand that I cherished the sentiment helping individuals and it soon turned into an energy of mine. I think it is the sort of person I am, a person who loves to help when there is nothing to be given in return. Alongside this, I'm a person that is continually changing and learning things, what I mean by this is I am continually attempting to better myself, and the community that I live in by utilizing my background and advice from others.

I’m an onion. At first, I seem quiet, timid, and reserved. Like an onion, I have layers.The more I’m comfortable with my surroundings, I will shed these alleged outer layers . My quiet, soft voice becomes stern and confident. My demeanor changes from reserved to self- assured. I know that UNC- Wilmington will allow me to grow into, this strong, independent, and anxiety-free woman that I so long to be.

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.

As I faced the world of adulthood, I felt lost and unsettled. I was then diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and living with this disorder is my biggest weakness in life. Some days I am fine, others I am constantly worrying about the tiniest of things. I am overcoming this disorder, everyday might be a battle, but I will not let it define me.

Anxiety is a common occurrence and emotion in everyday life. Yet there are several individuals today who suffer from great pangs of anxiety and feelings of panic at such extremely high levels that it becomes quite debilitating. A normal, everyday environment can become so overwhelming that the day itself can stop dead in its tracks while the sufferer rides through the wave of intense emotions and thoughts which seem to be going a million miles a minute and showing no signs of stopping or slowing down.

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

Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) is a chronic and often disabling condition that is associated with uncontrollable worry and tension. The vicious cycle of anxiety and worry interferes with relationships, careers, and education, and often leads to depression. This disorder is much more than the normal anxiety that everyone experiences from time to time, and can be crippling in its severity. GAD is unlikely to disappear without proper treatment, and often worsens over time.

Hello! I’m so excited to be back. Oh how I’ve missed writing! This post will be more of an update on what has happened these last few months, so, lets get started. After getting out of Rogers Memorial Hospital for my OCD and Anxiety, I had one week home and then I went right off to college. It was a pretty scary step for me. Just a few months earlier I couldn’t handle anyone mentioning the word “school”, let alone actually attend. But that is exactly what I did, and surprisingly, I felt ready.

When I first came to America, I was bullied because I was different, and judged of every action so I could be mocked by the way I behaved. I used to have no problems asking where the bathroom is, and I didn’t care about my accent or grammar as long as I got the message across. But years growing up in a tiny Southern town, unaware of the existence of the Asian race, molded me into a different person. I was, and still, fearsome of social situations, as little as asking someone in class for a pencil. I could never ask for help because I was afraid what will happen during the process, or after. In my head, I’d imagine instances where my voice could crack while asking, the class could go silent focusing their attention onto me, or worse, finally having the courage to ask, but it turns out the person I asked had rejected my request. This personality of mine is so painful at times, I considered it as a disorder. I was always stuck in between this thick social barrier; I couldn’t approach anyone, always the one waiting to be approached. But, unlike the silent students who are great scholars, I was never a great student myself, and I suffered immensely. When it was time for group projects, I was always the fatboy in PE, having the teacher assign me to a random group. I’ve been trying to overcome this social anxiety by forcing myself to talk to new people,

Ever since my self-diagnosis, I’ve had feelings of anxiety and stress no matter what I do. Right after it happened, I noticed how I was becoming very dependent on others. I couldn’t do things alone and I always had to have someone there. I also started to overthink everything. I would think about all the bad things that happen to

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