To be brave, is when you are able to speak your own mind and not letting anyone else tell you otherwise. I have had several moments throughout my life where I was brave. Especially one that has stuck with me in the past few months. It started in AP Psychology, where Mrs.Rhine told us about our final project. We had to chose a disorder in psychology and give a presentation in front of the class. My first thought was anxiety because I have it and know exactly what it feels like. I knew if I went through with picking anxiety it could possibly cause mine to spike up, but I felt it was the right choice for me. I began by gathering information online and books from the library. Next, I started to read the literal definition of anxiety of how it
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I felt as if the world was turning on me, because they were not around until I decided to pick anxiety. It was a very odd coincidence. Perhaps the thoughts deep inside of me already knew I would have to face my classmates and tell them my story. It was nerve racking because I hardly told anyone, only very close family and friends. So to face my classmates about anxiety was a whole other matter. My best friend Kati came up with a great idea for me to start my presentation with “who here has anxiety about getting a good grade for the presentation?” I assume many students in class would agree to yes and yet I would then later say in my presentation I have anxiety. Those words felt very strange to say in front of fellow classmates. I worked up the courage to show some of my light to other students who barely know me for me. It was rough because I was super nervous facing my classmates because I knew they had the power to judge me and talk behind my back. Last but not least, I kept telling them about my experience and letting everything pour out. Even if I may have stopped for a good 20 seconds or so I kept going on with the presentation. It was the moment where people would listen to me and I got to voice my opinion with anxiety. The feeling felt very amazing and I realized maybe I should start to use my own voice from now. Next it came to me that
I felt as if the world was turning on me, because they were not around until I decided to pick anxiety. It was a very odd coincidence. Perhaps the thoughts deep inside of me already knew I would have to face my classmates and tell them my story. It was nerve racking because I hardly told anyone, only very close family and friends. So to face my classmates about anxiety was a whole other matter. My best friend Kati came up with a great idea for me to start my presentation with “who here has anxiety about getting a good grade for the presentation?” I assume many students in class would agree to yes and yet I would then later say in my presentation I have anxiety. Those words felt very strange to say in front of fellow classmates. I worked up the courage to show some of my light to other students who barely know me for me. It was rough because I was super nervous facing my classmates because I knew they had the power to judge me and talk behind my back. Last but not least, I kept telling them about my experience and letting everything pour out. Even if I may have stopped for a good 20 seconds or so I kept going on with the presentation. It was the moment where people would listen to me and I got to voice my opinion with anxiety. The feeling felt very amazing and I realized maybe I should start to use my own voice from now. Next it came to me that