There are a million things to worry about. As a matter of fact, a million and one. Whether those those things are minor like failing a test or major like getting in an accident there is hardly any where you can go where you are completely safe. Most these things don’t even cross our mind or effect our daily lives but for 18% of the population including myself these worries are real and overpowering to the point of physical and emotional hurt. They’re characterized by a mental illness called anxiety and treated with pills that seem to dull your inner self. I have always been an anxious person, worried thoughts seemed to trail behind me like a heavy weight around my ankle. Not until my freshman year of college I started dealing
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Not only did it mess with my head but it hurt my body too. My thoughts and actions were no longer my own but shared with my anxiety. Although there is medication for anxiety I decided to steer clear of that path I couldn’t let it win I couldn’t let it take more of me than it already had. The downfall of my decision to self medicate was the uncontrollable attacks that appeared and disappeared from my life. It was a warm Monday afternoon when my friends and I had just left the UC to further our discussion of the living situation for the following year. What started as a normal conversation turned into a heated argument. I stuggle to remember what the fight was about because in the mists of it I was hit with the most intense betrayal and attack of my mind and body against itself.. Voices started to raise into tones I hadn’t heard from any of my friends before. It seemed like a battle for empowerment a battle I quickly learned I wanted no part in. My heart started pounding and I began to exhale fast breaths followed by shallow grasps for air. I could no longer hear the voices around me all I could hear was the speeding of my heart beat and heavy breathing. . Suddenly things in my …show more content…
I have learned to take what little positive I can from it like its motivation to become a more aware and responsive person. I know that I will always of to deal with anxiety but so does the rest of the 18% of the population and in this crazy roller coaster I am not alone . I know now that I am smarter than my anxiety and stonger than its
Not only did it mess with my head but it hurt my body too. My thoughts and actions were no longer my own but shared with my anxiety. Although there is medication for anxiety I decided to steer clear of that path I couldn’t let it win I couldn’t let it take more of me than it already had. The downfall of my decision to self medicate was the uncontrollable attacks that appeared and disappeared from my life. It was a warm Monday afternoon when my friends and I had just left the UC to further our discussion of the living situation for the following year. What started as a normal conversation turned into a heated argument. I stuggle to remember what the fight was about because in the mists of it I was hit with the most intense betrayal and attack of my mind and body against itself.. Voices started to raise into tones I hadn’t heard from any of my friends before. It seemed like a battle for empowerment a battle I quickly learned I wanted no part in. My heart started pounding and I began to exhale fast breaths followed by shallow grasps for air. I could no longer hear the voices around me all I could hear was the speeding of my heart beat and heavy breathing. . Suddenly things in my …show more content…
I have learned to take what little positive I can from it like its motivation to become a more aware and responsive person. I know that I will always of to deal with anxiety but so does the rest of the 18% of the population and in this crazy roller coaster I am not alone . I know now that I am smarter than my anxiety and stonger than its