Personal Narrative: My Struggle With Anxiety Disorder

One person, a young teen guy, even mocked me. I tried not to let it go too deeply under my skin. I had to keep reminding myself that this was just temporary, just for the assignment. I definitely can’t imagine what those who have or have had a stutter for the majority of their lives go through. Just one short experience of having to stutter made me feel so small. I can’t even begin to fathom how people with an actual stutter feel about themselves, especially when people treat them so cruelly for something that they can’t help. Overall, stuttering made me feel slower and more self-conscious. I felt like I was being judged solely on the stutter and nothing else. I felt as though all the eyes in the food court were on me, even though they weren’t. I felt slower in the sense that it took me longer to say what I wanted and for some reason, I had to deliberate more as to how I would say what I wanted to. When we watched the kids stuttering during the lecture last week and describing how they felt, I could sympathize with them. After having to experience stuttering first hand, I would definitely say that I developed empathy for them and anyone else with a

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

I was sitting in a blue chair in the kitchen, confused. My brother was sitting to my right. I looked into my dad’s eyes; they were pained and full of sadness. He started speaking to us, but I only remember hearing the last sentence: “Dadi has a terminal neurological condition, called PSP.” Shock rushed through my body as I processed his words. Every memory of my grandparents, living life to the fullest within their quaint house in the Pittsburgh suburbs, rushed through my mind as I tried to hold on to the past.

My name is Tandie, and I am a student at Texas State. Most people walk by me everyday not even realizing that I have an impairment, that is, until I open my mouth. Try not to take that in the wrong way, I'm actually very bright. However, if Dr. Burns told me to read this paper in front of the entire class, I would most likely drop the course. This is due to the fact that when I was a child, I was diagnosed with Speech Disfluency, or “stuttering.” Although I've taken countless years of speech therapy, I cannot make it through a conversation without stuttering. But, I don't allow that to hold me back in life. What most people don't realize is that people with speech impairments usually have great communication skills,

Although there is a plethora of mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, and alcoholism that run rampant in my family; I never spoke about mental illness with either of my parents until I was diagnosed with social anxiety, OCD, and panic disorder at 18. At that age I wasn’t even aware that anxiety was more than just feeling nervous or that it was a treatable diagnosis. After describing the symptoms of what I now know to be a panic attack to my general doctor, she referred me to a psychiatrist who prescribed me three pills, two were for anxiety, and one which was for my panic attacks.

Growing up I had social anxiety. I was shy and scared to be around people. When i was in middle school i decided to open myself up. i met a group of people who seemed nice. I was the only asian in this group. Well one day they did the forehead trick on me. It’s the one where they tell you that if your hand is bigger than your face, you’ll have cancer. When you put your hand up to compare, they smack it into your face. Unfortunately,i did not know this trick and when I fell for it, it really hurt. Since then, they continued to smack my face every day in PE. They kept asking me, “Are you dumb? Are you dumb yet?” they also would make fun of me because i had a big forehead. I thought it was dumb for them to hit me. I didn't know why they did

Depression hits its victims in different ways. Some deal with it better than others. Some ignore it. Some take care of it as soon as they realize there is a problem. Some don't take care of it until it’s too late. Some know there's a problem, but they don't know how to tell someone. Some try to tell someone there's a problem but they don't listen.

Throughout the years, my stutter slowly became more prominent. Tasks such as reading a paragraph out loud in class became extremely stressful. I wanted to be able to effectively express my words to people. However, no matter how hard I wanted to, speaking just became

It is deathly quiet in my apartment, just like always. Every night I come home to silence, no one to greet me ‘hello’ or a ‘how was your day’. My father left my family when I was only a baby, and my mother was a bad influence, so my aunt decided to take custody of me and my little sister. Living with my aunt was a blast, my little sister and I always had fun there. Only a couple years of living with her, my aunt and little sister passed away because of a car accident.

The clock sung tick-tock tick-tock echoing in the room. My head was tilted towards the ceiling, as my eyes reflected darkness. Thousands of thoughts filled in my head, the fear of failing, the fear of life, the fear of losing the ones I love, the fear of getting judged. The fear engulfs me like a tide rises and swallows the sand, leaving nothing behind. The clock ticked once again. My fear twisted into a chain, imprisoning me like the coward I am. The chains hooked onto my limbs drowning me further into a bliss, I started to cripple underneath them. They taunt me, as if I was a helpless child shrieking for my parents, but with nowhere to hide.

This article is another personal story about anxiety. Mandy didn’t want people to know she had terrible anxiety because she didn’t want to be treated differently from everyone else. She was so scared of the stigma she could get from it that it made it worse. The end of the article discusses what people could have done to help her and make sure she was doing

In my freshman year of high school, I again saw my mental state decline with the introduction of a completely new school, with new people, and a completely new set of expectations. The first term of 9th grade is when I truly felt the toll that my anxiety was taking on my academics; receiving B’s as a straight A student in middle school certainly upset me. The addition of puberty into my life only perpetuated my problems, and as a perceived solution, I often found myself trying to be someone I was not for the sake of hiding my emotions from my peers. As a result, I often found myself very conflicted, and during my sophomore year, I decided to seek help. I proceeded to buy a book that related to anxiety and would vastly help me understand my problems. It also succeeded in planting the seeds for the future methods which I would attain in order to manage my mental problems, which would largely revolve around my struggle to find acceptance for my problems and imperfections. Junior year brought a much more difficult set of challenges, with the introduction of college an

I remember sitting in the small, sterilized room reading bible verses painted on the wall as I wait for the doctor to enter and ask me the same questions she asks every month, hoping for different results. I have tried several different types of medication, but none have been helpful for me. I started to believe that my brain had to be immune to every chemical they prescribed me. I was in a constant state of anxiety; afraid of simple, daily routine things.

I have always struggled with anxiety. It has always been an issue, even since elementary school. In some ways it has aided me, such as forming me into a great student. I often thought that nothing would be worse than turning in an unfinished or late assignment, so therefore I made sure they were done at least a few days in advance, if not a week. In others, it has been very harmful, like getting sick with worry. I actually got pneumonia from final exams sophomore year (and bronchitis freshman year). After that, I resolved to more or less force myself into not worrying. By now, I thought I was pretty successful - I actually didn’t do this paper a in advance. That’s right, I was typing this on Thursday. Then I started keeping a dream journal,

Speaking in front of crowds or to strangers can be difficult for those who display disfluency of speech such as: stuttering and