“Come on, get out of the car. It's not a big deal. You need to get to school,” Those were words that I commonly heard the second half of my freshman year of high school. Of course most high school age kids don’t want to go to school, but it's for trivial reasons like the fact the work is boring. I didn’t want to go to school for a much more complicated reason; anxiety rushed through my body any time I even thought about getting close to the school building. The thought of going in gave me a panic attack.
It all started in December of 2012. One morning I just decided I didn’t want to go to school. I didn’t even know why at the time. All I knew was that even though I loved learning I did not want to go into the school building. I would try as hard as I could but couldn’t make it into the building. After a few weeks of me refusing to go to school, my mom finally realized I was anxious all the time, especially when my high school was mentioned. That started my long road into trying to become a “normal person” again. …show more content…
For a while I went there and did my schoolwork and attended therapy every day. During school I finally got help with geometry, a subject I was struggling with at the time. I was finally confident with my academics again. During therapy, I discussed how at school I felt alone and how only having a few friends bothered me. It was there I realized that I had been bullied. No one ever called me names, but they did enough damage with exclusion. Talking everyday about everything that was bothering me helped. I thought that things were finally getting back to
It all started in December of 2012. One morning I just decided I didn’t want to go to school. I didn’t even know why at the time. All I knew was that even though I loved learning I did not want to go into the school building. I would try as hard as I could but couldn’t make it into the building. After a few weeks of me refusing to go to school, my mom finally realized I was anxious all the time, especially when my high school was mentioned. That started my long road into trying to become a “normal person” again. …show more content…
For a while I went there and did my schoolwork and attended therapy every day. During school I finally got help with geometry, a subject I was struggling with at the time. I was finally confident with my academics again. During therapy, I discussed how at school I felt alone and how only having a few friends bothered me. It was there I realized that I had been bullied. No one ever called me names, but they did enough damage with exclusion. Talking everyday about everything that was bothering me helped. I thought that things were finally getting back to