Essay On Anxiety

Today anxiety disorders are recognized as one of the most common mental health disorders. Anxiety has been around since human’s worried about being eaten by saber tooth tigers. “It’s important to note that at its core level, anxiety is a part of evolution. Anxiety is the activation of the fight or flight system the system your body uses to keep you safe from harm (Calm Clinic)”. Oddly, anxiety is a normal part of life; you may feel anxious when having to make a significant decision or taking a test, for most people these normal feelings usually fade, however for those who suffer from an anxiety disorder, these feels never subsides. They can cause such distress that it interferes with an individual’s ability to lead a normal healthy life.

The day was February 11, 2007. I had just woken up. I went to my closet to get ready for the day, threw on some clothes and went into the kitchen. The day was dark, the atmosphere had an unusual dreariness to it. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for my brother, cousin and I. That is when the phone rang. Every day, every hour that phone rings. I never thought my mom ever gets off of it. My mom picks up the phone and it was like a movie, someone calls and receives horrible news and drops the phone from shock. That was this scenario. My mom could not get off the phone any quicker. She calls for everyone to hurry up and get in the car, dressed or in pajamas. I knew something was terribly wrong, did my father die from a plane crash, or did my grandma fall?

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

I was getting ready for bed because I had school tomorrow when my mom said she couldn't breathe. I told her sit down and breathe, but she already was. I started to think about how she has a collapsed lung and if she might need to go to the hospital. I got out of bed and went into the living room where she was. I asked her if she wanted me to call 911, at first she said no, but soon changed her mind. “Hello, my mom is having trouble breathing,” I said into my cellphone with my voice slightly shaking. The operator then said there was an ambulance on its way. I started packing some clothes for my sister, Lyndsey, for tomorrow when she

My mom is very strict about education. When I was in Haiti , I used to go to a private school, a Catholic school. That school had a big effect on me. The way I talk to people, the way I dress, the way I see things in life, and I was always the student who didn 't talk in class, respect my teachers and my classmates. Being in a religious school made me the daughter a parent could ever dream of. That 's what my mom told me. Even though my mom only graduated from high school, she make sure that I go to school every day. I don 't remember missing one day at school, not even once, except when it 's raining which is something we don 't decide. I remember one day I had a fever and a stomach ache, my mother didn 't bother asking me if I was okay going to school. She just told me: " A fever can 't kill

Adolescence is a difficult time period in a young person’s transition into their later stage of both physical and mental development. Mood disorders are often overlooked during this time for the brain becoming more developed; however among children, anxiety disorders seem to be the most common disorders to be experienced (Nelson; Israel, pg 112). Barlow (2002) defines anxiety as a future-oriented emotion that is characterized by the inability to be in control and predict future events that can be potentially dangerous to the individual. Anxiety shares commonalities with fear, but the difference between the two being that fear is the initial response made from a present threat, where anxiety is due to a unknown future event. A common

My mom is very strict about education. When I was in Haiti , I used to go to a private school, a Catholic school. That school had a big effect on me. The way I talk to people, the way I dress, the way I see things in life, and I was always the student who didn 't talk in class, respect my teachers and my classmates. Being in a religious school made me the daughter a parent could ever dream of. That 's what my mom told me. Even though my mom only graduated from high school, she makes sure that I go to school every day. I don 't remember missing one day at school, not even once, except when it 's raining which is something we don 't decide. I remember one day I had a fever and a stomach ache, my mother didn 't bother asking me if I was okay going to school. She just told me: " A fever can 't

Sabrina is a seven-year old girl. She is in Primary Two this year. Both her parents are teachers in a primary school and she has a younger sister who is two years younger than her. Sabrina’s maternal grandparents lived with her. Her grandfather passed away two years ago. Then her grandmother passed away later that same year. Sabrina was very close to her grandmother and her death affected her badly. She would still ask for her grandmother when she was in Primary One and was not able to accept her death. Sabrina was referred to the school counselor late in 2013 as her parents had to be persuaded to give their consent. The counselor started having sessions with her this year.

It started off like any other regular day for six year old me. I woke up, got dressed, went to school, and came home. When I arrived home, my older sister, Anna, was not there. This worried me because we always got home at the same time. I thought she may have fallen asleep on the bus without me noticing, so she may have still been at school. I asked my mother, who told me that she did not know where Anna was, but I shouldn’t worry.

It was the beginning of my freshman year of high school and everything was smooth until I began my advanced placement class which began out kind of easy ,but then as the work piled on and got harder I just didn't wanna do it anymore. All my other classes I was doing fine getting a's and b`s, which for me I thought was perfectly fine. I made the cheerleading team , I had a cute boyfriend and I had lots of friends. I was happy- well at least I thought I was happy. Around December I began losing a lot of weight from doing cheer and my grades started falling dramatically. My mom decided to take me out of cheer because I lost about 20 pounds so quickly and I didn't have passing grades. I remember getting so mad at her, but looking back it

I on the other hand, was always the quiet girl who just got her work done and never strayed from the rules. I thought my brother was an imbecile before he left for college, always valuing trouble way more than diligence. When he left, I thought there was hope in the world. Like if my brother could do it, then I could too. When he came home, those expectations were shattered. There was constant fighting between Joseph and my parents. Arguments would echo throughout my household and create a thick tension that felt heavy in the air. Their voices would penetrate my room and bounce off the walls until they surrounded me. They would argue about basically anything. Joseph just had a constant itching to be right even when he was dead wrong. Our family slowly but surely became miserable with one another, like we were no longer family, but instead we were just people living in the same house. I dove deeply into reading and writing, hoping to drown out the sound of the obsessive combativeness that plagued my home. It triggered anxiety for me when he came home. I now have a deeply rooted fear

As far as I can remember my mother has always been supportive. I had a hard time adjusting to going to school. I can remember when I went to Head Start my mother would get me dress and have a pep talk with me about going to school and what I would learn. The van would blow the horn and the tears would begin to fall. I did not want to go to school she would have to pick me up and put me on the van. She would be there after school waiting on me to find out what I learned. “School engagement has long been seen as an important component of school completion (Estell , 2013)”.

On February 22, 2017, I woke up to my sister. Claiming she felt no sensation in her legs. I assumed it was one of her other excuses in order to not go to school. I continued getting prepared for school thinking she was messing around. Next thing I know, she's on the floor, dragging herself to the bathroom. Then is when I realized she was being serious. I called my mom to get out of work as soon as possible while I was at school.

Everyone in their life time experiences some sort of anxiety. It is that feeling that you get when you are about to take a test or doing a presentation in front of students. But some people, like me, have something worse than just the anxious feeling you get, something called anxiety disorder. It becomes a disorder when that anxious feeling happens frequently and makes you feel uneasy and different

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping