One Deep Breath

Anxiety disorders are among the most prevalent mental illnesses experienced by Americans. According to The Anxiety and Depression Association of America, one in eight children and teens are affected by an anxiety disorder. While there are many kinds of anxiety disorders, some of the most common include: generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety disorder, and obsessive compulsive disorder, also known as OCD. Most adolescents experience anxiety at some point in their life. This can be because of

relieves the stress of his symptoms. The second strategy is reducing stress. Ben talked about how when he became nervous in situations, his tics would become more pronounced and recurrent. He would have less control over them. However, if he took deep breaths to try and calm himself, he could control his symptoms better. The third behavioral strategy is maintaining quality social skills with those around him. There is a social stigma with people who have psychological disorders and it is even harder

breathing: - Holding our breath now and again - Feel the requirement for a long breath - Have a short breath - Ran exhausted when we are moving quicker. Our breathing is likewise the connection between our body and our brain and for both to work well, they require oxygen. In the event that our method for breathing is short and speedy our psyches will be anxious and disturbed. On the off chance that our breathing is sporadic the brain is on edge and exasperates. Moreover, one of the main causes of

bedtime, Veronica sorely regretted sending her dad only one 'be home soon!' text, hours before. She knew she should've told him how late she was going to be, but that would've entailed telling him where she, in fact, was... Fondly, she remembered their old house, with it's two floors, and thick walls, and multitude of windows to shimmy into. Turning the doorknob to her actual house, with a soft click of her key, Veronica was in, still holding her breath. Maybe she could sneak off to bed, get some sleep-

myself. “I don’t even think she has friends”. I Sighed, looked down at my feet and continued sobbing. Let me tell you the story from the beginning. It all started today when I was coming to Oak Hills elementary for the first time ever… I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car and grabbed my mom’s hand. I looked up at the school and gasped. It’s so big! I thought. My palms started getting sweaty and I wiped the

1) It is important that clients who use inhalers are able to use them in a way that gives them their max benefits. Individuals must be able to coordinate actuation of their inhaler with their inspired breaths (Hickey, 2014). If this is a difficult task for them do to the need of coordination, spacers can be beneficial in that they don’t require timing and also decrease effects of the drug in the mouth (Chrystyn & Price, 2009). Spacers make it easier for the medication that is being inhaled to reach

fear. One particularly ugly barbarian stepped forward, a wicked smile dancing around his lips. The barbarian pressed his lance against Athos chest. He closed his eyes. This was it then. He would die and his sister and the baby along with him. A verse came to mind that his grandfather had shared with him many, many years again. Do not go gentle into that good night. The barbarian drew his lance back and prepared to thrust it forward, forever ending Athos young life. He took a deep breath. His muscles

when she first woke up. She could feel his presence. Without opening her eyes she already knew Shadow was standing at the foot of her huge four poster queen size bed, with its deep dark red velvet cover and it’s down filled mattress topper, it was like sleeping on a cloud. Rae could sense something was off. Rae opened one eye and grumbled. “Don’t you ever sleep?” His reply was soft, gentle, and simple yet she could hear the worry in his voice “No, never.” Then she remembered hearing that the Servant

championship against the number one seed Portsmouth Eagles. The whole day leading to the game, all I could think about was the game, not even the amazing apple pie my mom made because my sister begged for it. It was finally time, after a long wait it was three oclock. I got into my dad's new Toyota Tacoma pickup truck and we were off. When we got to the game at Madbury Fields I was one of the first to get there. There was one other kid from the other team and one of my teammates that got there even

the pit of her stomach. She tried to take a deep breath, willing herself to breathe normally and not to hyperventilate, yet the air was thick around her and scratched her throat every time she tried, until she couldn't anymore. Every gulp of air she tried to aspire made her cough. Her strength seemed leaving her as quickly as the air became progressively thicker around her and heavier into her lungs. Despite her protesting muscles, she tried to shift one last time while her eyelids fluttered shut