anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Mental Illness in My Generation
What is normal? I’ve grown up feeling as if I wasn’t the same as everyone else, therefore I wasn’t normal. For as long as I can remember I have felt lost, as if I don’t fit in anywhere, with anyone. I’ve spent most of my life looking for ways to become like everyone around me, to fit in. When in actual fact, I’ve learnt that I don’t want to fit in. You can’t categorize the human mind as normal.
By Kirstie Hunns8 years ago in Psyche
Indecision Caused by Anxiety
I suffer from GAD (Generalised Anxiety Disorder) and one of the most frustrating aspects of this disorder that I come up against is indecision. I’m talking about when I can’t make even the simplest of decisions because of the ‘what ifs’ flying out of my overactive brain. I can end up feeling paralysed, having flitted from task to task in the hope of finding easier, clear-cut decisions to make. Finally, I reach a complete impasse as I realise I’m cycling through the same few decisions over and over and am no closer to a resolution.
By Alicia Brunskill8 years ago in Psyche
How Does It Feel Being a Part of an Anxiety Loop?
How does it feel not being able to breathe? And what I mean by being unable to breathe is not due to the fact that you have pinched your nose or something but because you were too anxious to synchronise your breathing properly. What does it really feel like every morning that you wake up with anxiety? What does it really feel like thinking about facing the day and going through a repeated loop of anxiety that is also known as routine?
By Elena Ioakim8 years ago in Psyche
The Reality of Anxiety
Anxiety. Quivering legs, sweaty palms and the pounding pains that swirled around my head constantly, were enough to make my stomach flip. I always admired the way people talked about how they had butterflies, or even a whole zoo within their stomach. The sweet fluttering against a person’s tummy when shyness would over take them, or the tickles within that represented the nervousness they felt.
By Madi Writes8 years ago in Psyche
She's That Girl
She's that girl in the club with her friends. While they talk amongst themselves, she has a red solo cup in her hand filled with cranberry vodka. She sips on her drink, laughing with the others, scoping out the room. One by one, all five of her friends drift away towards the guys they have been making eye contact with all night. With one left standing in the group, the alcohol hits her mind, her body, her soul, and she walks towards the balcony, overlooking the New York City skyline. Everyone else goes back inside and now she's alone, while the music in the background fades and it's fairly quiet. Emotions start to fill her mind, while the intoxication starts processing. She thinks to herself, How did I get here?How did this drink bring me back to my thoughts and feelings of loneliness when all I wanted to do was numb them? She holds back the tears. How can one person feel so empty, or so lonely, in a room filled with people?
By Amanda Gabrielle8 years ago in Psyche
My Strength, Her Weakness
It's nighttime, midnight has fallen over the area like a blanket, covering this small group of people in sheer blackness. I had stumbled upon them during one of my nightly walks. I assumed they were doing the same as me, enjoying the cool breeze that blows in when the moon comes. I was wrong.
By Teya Hooper8 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety: Causes, Symptoms, Therapy
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher and parents agreed to put me in a speech class. My teacher had noticed I tended to shy away from the other children, refusing to participate in class activities, lunch, or cooperate in general. I wasn’t lashing out or causing problems, but I didn’t want to participate in anything. When I did speak up—after much coaxing—it was a quiet, mumble of words that made it hard for anyone to understand me. After a year, a final verdict was called and I attended speech class for about two years.
By Michelle Stone8 years ago in Psyche
Keeping the Secret
Imagine you are tasked with keeping a secret no matter what happens, you cannot tell anyone. Given to you by someone very close, you’d truly do your best to hide it right? Imagine wanting to keep the secret so badly that you have based your entire personality behind it, or rather you hide the secret behind your personality. Changing how you think, the way you look, the way you speak. The face you put on every day is done so to keep this secret as a sign to the world that you have nothing to hide. You do all this because you don’t want even the slightest chance of letting the secret slip. You become so good at hiding it that sometimes you even forget you have something to hide in the first place. It has come to the point that you are not even worried about people finding out and putting on the mask has become second nature to you.
By First name Last name8 years ago in Psyche
Top Tips for Dealing with an Anxiety Disorder
I know it's scary. I'm in the same position you are right now. Living with an anxiety disorder is not easy. It makes even the simplest of tasks a struggle. I had it for years before I got a diagnosis. For me, at first, putting a name to it seemed scarier than ever before. Even though I knew what I was up against, I felt like it was over powering me and I wasn't able to handle it as well as before. Well that ends now. I will win this battle against my mental health condition. I will beat anxiety. And you can too!
By Sirius Black8 years ago in Psyche
What Is Anxiety?
Anxiety is a blood curling scream inside your brain that does not give up and does not quit when you are tired. Anxiety is a constant itch on the back of your brain you can never scratch. Anxiety is eyes darting back and forth assessing the situation, wondering when our darkest fears are going to be realized. Cowering in your mind because someone else is around or because of the .2% possibility that this or that could happen. Anxiety is what happens when you ask me how my day has been, and I take a split second to respond with “ok” but inside my mind is going a million miles an hour wondering why, just why you would want to know this information and why you are gathering it? Anxiety is feeling like you cannot breathe, and your eyes are going to pop out of your skull any second because the pressure in the room just went up to a million pounds per square inch. Anxiety is walking into a room full of people and feeling like suicide would be an appropriate response to other’s hello’s.
By william lugo8 years ago in Psyche
