I was rocking back and forth on the floor at my middle school. Crying and stressing out. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I was panicking and slowing losing my breath. With every breath my fear accelerated, my stress and fear took over me. In that moment my friends saw me.
“What's wrong?” they all asked
“Oh I’m just sick, I don’t feel good”
My tears were puffing my eyes out,“Stop crying, don’t worry about it. You’ll feel better, relax and don’t think about it.”
I just wanted the day to be over already, it had just begun, but I wanted it to end. I didn’t want to tell any of my friends that I was stressing out and having a hard time breathing. I didn’t think they would understand. How could they, I didn’t even know what was happening …show more content…
I didn’t even know what I had. I finished my homework, a surprise to me, and then went to sleep. I woke up the next morning around 4:30 am with my eyes all watery. I quickly ran to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I was cooled down and relieved, but no longer could go back to sleep. I just stared at the stars from my window, then slowly saw them fade away. It was sundown and I got ready. I took a shower and cried in there too.When I came out, it looked as if a bee had stung me. I told my mom goodbye and walked to the bus stop. The bus took me directly to school and when I arrived, the supervisors instructed me to room 303, my English class. As I opened the door, I saw a counselor. I shook his hand, and then he told me to …show more content…
“I heard about how you’re feeling. It’s all in your head and I just want you to write the thoughts occurring in your head every day. This will help you, and I also want you to meditate every day.”
I was confused on why I had to do this, but I did it. I would do anything to ease the pain. My head had so many thoughts occurring. I wrote and when the week was over I gave him the paper.
“Crumble it up and throw it away,” he said.
I did so and wondered how this would help. As I crumpled the paper, all those thoughts occurring in my mind had slowly vanished. I wrote and wrote every week until I was that cheerful person again. Every time I have an attack or feel fear or worry, I quickly grab a notepad and write my thoughts. I keep writing until the week is over and meditate every other day. I learned that everyone copes with a struggle differently and knowing that I was able to motivate myself and keep a positive mind without refusing to give up, shows that I was able to survive. It is as simple as
“What's wrong?” they all asked
“Oh I’m just sick, I don’t feel good”
My tears were puffing my eyes out,“Stop crying, don’t worry about it. You’ll feel better, relax and don’t think about it.”
I just wanted the day to be over already, it had just begun, but I wanted it to end. I didn’t want to tell any of my friends that I was stressing out and having a hard time breathing. I didn’t think they would understand. How could they, I didn’t even know what was happening …show more content…
I didn’t even know what I had. I finished my homework, a surprise to me, and then went to sleep. I woke up the next morning around 4:30 am with my eyes all watery. I quickly ran to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I was cooled down and relieved, but no longer could go back to sleep. I just stared at the stars from my window, then slowly saw them fade away. It was sundown and I got ready. I took a shower and cried in there too.When I came out, it looked as if a bee had stung me. I told my mom goodbye and walked to the bus stop. The bus took me directly to school and when I arrived, the supervisors instructed me to room 303, my English class. As I opened the door, I saw a counselor. I shook his hand, and then he told me to …show more content…
“I heard about how you’re feeling. It’s all in your head and I just want you to write the thoughts occurring in your head every day. This will help you, and I also want you to meditate every day.”
I was confused on why I had to do this, but I did it. I would do anything to ease the pain. My head had so many thoughts occurring. I wrote and when the week was over I gave him the paper.
“Crumble it up and throw it away,” he said.
I did so and wondered how this would help. As I crumpled the paper, all those thoughts occurring in my mind had slowly vanished. I wrote and wrote every week until I was that cheerful person again. Every time I have an attack or feel fear or worry, I quickly grab a notepad and write my thoughts. I keep writing until the week is over and meditate every other day. I learned that everyone copes with a struggle differently and knowing that I was able to motivate myself and keep a positive mind without refusing to give up, shows that I was able to survive. It is as simple as