On January 1, 2017, my life as I knew it was completely shaken. The year of 2016 was one of the most joyous of my entire existence. However, on the first day of the following year, something shifted inside of me. My once ideal life was suddenly transformed into one in which I did not know how to peacefully function. For a period, it felt as though I did not know myself. All of this sounds terrifying--and it was. I had no idea that this whirlwind of chaos would mold me into a version of myself which I now realize is a person of more integrity than the “former me” ever was.
This “whirlwind,” I have come to find out, has a name: Anxiety. On New Year’s Day of 2017, Anxiety began to fiercely attack me. From that point on, she began to infiltrate …show more content…
Why did she have to ruin my perfect life? Why?” I lived in self-pity and resentment of Anxiety and her presence in my life. Quickly, I decided that I needed help from a professional who knew about Anxiety’s antics and could teach me how to regain some of the control she robbed from me. Over time, this professional, my therapist, helped me to have some realizations that showed me that, even though my experience with Anxiety was filled with pain, it was, in a twisted way, shaping me into a person of more compassion. This was the answer to my rhetorical question, …show more content…
Therefore, a stigma is created around those who suffer through no fault of their own. Too many victims feel ashamed or embarrassed by their suffering. Once I discovered this absurd phenomenon, it was clear to me that I could not stand for it. I became an active advocate to destroy this senseless occurrence of aching souls being made to feel as though they are unworthy of the respect shown to those who live without Anxiety or one of her powerful cousins, such as Depression or Schizophrenia. I now serve as an activist in order to end the stigmatization of the warriors against Anxiety and those of her kind.
Nearly one year after Anxiety struck her first blow on me, I have come to view her emergence in my life as a milestone. I think Anxiety, in all of her wicked ways, would be utterly dissatisfied to know that, despite the pain which she caused me, she is the reason why I am now kinder, stronger, and more knowledgeable. With every wound which she inflicts upon me, my flesh heals, and it grows stronger. She will forever be a burden which attempts to weigh me down, but what she does not realize is that, with each day, I become stronger and more capable of rising despite the
This “whirlwind,” I have come to find out, has a name: Anxiety. On New Year’s Day of 2017, Anxiety began to fiercely attack me. From that point on, she began to infiltrate …show more content…
Why did she have to ruin my perfect life? Why?” I lived in self-pity and resentment of Anxiety and her presence in my life. Quickly, I decided that I needed help from a professional who knew about Anxiety’s antics and could teach me how to regain some of the control she robbed from me. Over time, this professional, my therapist, helped me to have some realizations that showed me that, even though my experience with Anxiety was filled with pain, it was, in a twisted way, shaping me into a person of more compassion. This was the answer to my rhetorical question, …show more content…
Therefore, a stigma is created around those who suffer through no fault of their own. Too many victims feel ashamed or embarrassed by their suffering. Once I discovered this absurd phenomenon, it was clear to me that I could not stand for it. I became an active advocate to destroy this senseless occurrence of aching souls being made to feel as though they are unworthy of the respect shown to those who live without Anxiety or one of her powerful cousins, such as Depression or Schizophrenia. I now serve as an activist in order to end the stigmatization of the warriors against Anxiety and those of her kind.
Nearly one year after Anxiety struck her first blow on me, I have come to view her emergence in my life as a milestone. I think Anxiety, in all of her wicked ways, would be utterly dissatisfied to know that, despite the pain which she caused me, she is the reason why I am now kinder, stronger, and more knowledgeable. With every wound which she inflicts upon me, my flesh heals, and it grows stronger. She will forever be a burden which attempts to weigh me down, but what she does not realize is that, with each day, I become stronger and more capable of rising despite the