Personal Narrative: Anxiety

Anxiety, a word that makes me cringe and over think my thoughts to the top of my head. Trouble breathing, trouble talking, trouble focusing, and trouble thinking. How is it possible that throughout my life, I had no idea what I had till my junior year, on October 2015. As I was on my way back to Washington, DC from New York, I had an immediate anxiety attack. Forgetting how to breathe correctly and fidgeting massively, I remember hearing cries of helps from others and seeing a paper bag being placed over my mouth. As the paper bag was placed over my mouth, I was only able to breathe twice before I completely stopped breathing. We pulled over from the highway, and one of my teachers looked throughout my duffle bag, seeking my inhaler. I pulled her hand to the place where I seemingly remembered placing it. I took three deep breathes with my inhaler, and finally I was able to resume to my normal …show more content…
I am now finally normalizing myself, being able to express myself more than I ever thought possible, and being able to have full on conversations with others. I participate in Youth Ministry, which throughout the year allows me to talk in front of my school, I joined the girls softball team which allows me to create relationships with the girls at my school, and I joined Latin Dance Club, which allows me to perform in front of my school and helps me relieve fright of putting myself out there. I do not worry as much as I did at the start, but no matter what I will still be socializing to minimize my anxiety. Throughout my journey, it had made me realize that I would definitely love to help others with medical conditions. When I grow up, I see myself as a pediatrician, helping kids and teens and making sure their necessities are always met. Knowing that others may have it worse than me, I am willing to put myself in the place to make them feel better and relieve them from their conditions, just as I did with my nervous