Personal Narrative: My Methods Of Coping With Stress

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.

The state of resiliency is the competence to recover quickly from difficulties; resilient individuals are efficient in avoiding anguish. In the past I have encountered multiple situations where there was no option but to be resilient. At a young age I experienced homelessness. My mother could not pay the bills in the apartment, so we were evicted. Imagine being led astray not knowing when the struggling times were going to end and then having to undertake school. That was a very arduous time for me being that I was only a freshman. Living in that position was not a thrill; we wondered from place to place like drifters. The steadiest time period was when my family and I slept on my mom’s coworker’s living room floor that lasted about 8 months. Because of this financial depression

When I was a child, I moved around quite a bit. It became hard to get attached to places because we were never assured that the sacred spots would be ours for much longer. As I got older, however, I have realized that special places do not have to be dictated by a length of time, and allowing myself to fall in love with a place gave me the roots I had been searching for. While I have not lived in Indiana for several years now, there is something about this certain cluster of trees in Indiana that remain special to me. When I was a child, I saw them as the gateway into Narnia, and during the winter snows I would bundle up in my cheap fur coat my mother bought at a consignment shop and run outside searching for Mr. Tumnus and calling myself Lucy. My imagination gave me the ability to bring the characters I loved so dearly to life. This experience has shown me that providing children with the ability to use their imagination not only provides entertainment, but also allows children to have a safe outlet to cope with traumatic situations, make

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.

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

It was an oppressively hot and humid day (as usual) at Academy at the Lakes, and Mrs. Starkey was giving a tour to a group of august looking potential investors for the next fundraiser. As she approached the ‘infamous’ Room M-32, she began to feel nervous, and she began to speculate about the devastating possibilities, an idiosyncratic habit of hers. With sweat in her hand, she grabbed the door handle, and she, reluctantly, opened the door. Utter chaos. There were mad kids screaming at each other, and kids hitting each other; the class behaved like a stochastic fractal. Some kids were severely injured with broken bones and traumatizing hits to the head, and other kids were defenestrated. Mrs. Frizzle was out of school (so was the magical school bus), but her students were still in the classroom.

It was a beautiful summer evening at my uncle’s firework stand in Stillwater on July 7, 2012. We were sitting on the cement next to the giant metal building containing thousands of dollars worth of fireworks. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was getting dark. Together we were thinking of what we could do to pass the time before we had to close the stand. So we took a small 200 gram cake cleverly labeled,’’Stressed Out”. in the parking lot..

Whenever I’m in a waiting room for something such as a doctor’s appointment, or a dentist's, I can’t help but be overcome by a sense of anxiety, even if I know for sure that all I’m there for is a simple check up. Perhaps it’s just the thought of all the worse things that I could have potentially gone there for, such as a shot that I would have to get on my arm, or in my mouth for some dental procedure. So when I sat in the waiting room of the orthodontist building where I was to get my wisdom teeth out, I felt terrified.

I feel my style of practice continues to expand from the knowledge I've gained from this, and my other courses as well as from the many hours I have spent at the hospital with my field instructor. In addition, I am definitely more self-confident and informed in my approach when interacting with the patients and staff at the hospital. One downside, is that there is not enough time in the day, because, I have once again fallen behind on some school work, so I'm trying to employ some new time management techniques that will allow me to go to work, spend time at my practicum site and complete my assignments with fidelity. With all that said I thought this course was a very eye-opening experience and I am excited as well as looking forward to actually

Starting in High School I began getting extremely stressed out, making sure that I was doing well in school. Leading to many sleepless nights and creating higher stress levels. At the same time I was having boy problems. One of my friends suggested that I start writing down what was going on during my day, and all the thoughts that went through my head. As I did this, I felt that I had started figuring out who I was more though my writing. Writing was a way to put everything out on paper that I couldn’t say to others or that I wanted to keep to myself.

How do you handle stress? I find the best way to deal with stress is to minimize it first; skills like organization, focus, and prioritizing often eliminate anxiety. In the workplace, I find open deliberation is also effective. After hours, I relieve stress by regular exercise. Yoga, jogging, hiking, and cycling are all regular activities that I enjoy. For me, physical activities clear my mind and restore my energy

At the age of fourteen, my life was changed forever. Although going through my parents’ divorce was challenging, along the way I discovered what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Throughout the grueling process of the divorce, I realized my calling is helping others work through their problems, and that family therapy is the career path for me.

I placed each of these coping strategies where they are because these are what I believe are some of the best and some of the worst coping strategies. I placed pray at the top because it is often one of the first things that I do when I am stressed. Exercising is also incredibly helpful when I am stressed. It is relaxing and allows for me to take my mind off of the stressful circumstance for a short time. This is related to getting fresh air if exercise is done outside. Socializing is also helpful. Though socializing, one could possibly find some support from another individual. Socializing Is related to expressing gratitude. The transition from good to bad takes place from number five to number six. There are much worse things than eating your stress away, but it probably isn’t the best thing to do when you are stressed out. Dwelling on the negative, isolating yourself from others and completely ignoring the problem can only make things worse. I placed drugs and alcohol as the worst because those can lead to a life of addiction. Those activities can completely ruin one’s life and are not short term.

The wheels of my almost falling apart luggage where obnoxiously squeaking as I paced down the busy and rather lengthy airport hallway. Intimidated by frequent stares and unsettled by the lingering feeling of uncertainty, I tried my best to not attract any more attention than I already was. My scrawny arms struggled to lift my grey worn out bag, and I avoided eye contact at all expenses to not feel the rapidly flourishing feeling of embarrassment and regret sitting at the pit of my stomach. If you couldn’t already tell, this was the first time I have ever proceeded to fly alone, and at the inexperienced age of 13, I wasn’t too hyped about taking that step in my life, but for some stupid reason I thought I had the balls to do it in the first place.

Another way one can manage stress is through breathing control and meditation. Breathing control includes the “take ten deep breaths” attempt to managing stress. Breathing helps one to calm themselves, and to think more