anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
The Love Life of an Anxious Being
HEYHIHELLO. Let's talk anxiety. I am 21 old and I was diagnosed officially with Generalized Anxiety Disorder about a year ago, although it really began my junior year of high school. I was also diagnosed with depression a year ago. I never wanted to admit that I was depressed, I never wanted to admit that I was an anxious mess... but the real fucking struggle is trying to have a working relationship when your mind is constantly on fast forward.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Psyche
What To Expect From A Loved One With Anxiety...
The only way to describe anxiety to someone that doesn’t suffer from it is asking them to imagine the worst possible thing that could ever happen to them, whatever it might be. Now imagine that it is happening right now, about to happen or has just happened. That miserable, panic stricken, utterly hopeless feeling, that is how I feel 98 percent of the time… for literally no reason at all.
By Samantha Bentley8 years ago in Psyche
Stressed Out
This is what it is like to be stressed out all the time. It is like wearing a ten ton backpack every day. It is always looking behind you to see if someone is laughing. It is pretending like you are the happiest person in this world. Always smiling until you are too tired to pretend. You will wake up every morning and be fine, but as the day goes on you will get tired. You will worry more and not being able to concentrate. If you are in school this is very annoying. If you are like me you wake up tired and you will not be able to sleep. You feel like you are letting everyone down including yourself. You feel as if you just don’t work hard enough. And even when you do it isn’t enough.
By Unknown Love8 years ago in Psyche
What Does the Therapist Say?
That Feeling in Your Chest— I have been wanting to talk about this for some time and nothing but my own insecurities and fears have been holding me back. I'll often lay awake at night reviewing things that I've noticed which tend to go unnoticed by others who aren't experiencing the same things.
By C. R Watson8 years ago in Psyche
Walking Into a Room
As the knob twists and the door whips open, the music fills my ears and the steady drumming of my heart quickens. My lungs draw in the warm air that flows around me. It smells of the heavy perfumes of girls seeking attention. One foot in the room and the stares that I felt could have bore a hole through even the thickest winter jacket. Why is everyone looking at me? As I take a second step, the blood rushes to my cheeks and I know my face is flushed. Holding back the urge to leave, I search the room for a friendly face, with little success. Why did I come here?
By Samantha Brett8 years ago in Psyche
Shhh! It's Mental
Mental health is a taboo in many parts of the world. Its embarrassing to say I suffer with depression, anxiety etc. But why? Why do we feel its not something we can openly share with others in the hopes of a solution. 1 in 4 people around the world are going through something similar to you so why not compare and discuss?
By The Graceful Truth8 years ago in Psyche
DPD, Anxiety, and Me...
Sitting comfortably, let's begin... The prologue to my ramblings very much mirrors the epilogue; I'm OK, I'm great in fact. I have a fantastic job and a fantastic support structure. I'm a very different person than I was and with that in mind (pardon the pun) I feel more capable then I thought possible to talk and put it out there. My vulnerabilities, my emotions, and my self are all about to be mentioned to some degree and hopefully I'll be able to help someone... just one person.
By Therese Walsh8 years ago in Psyche
Agoraphobia
I know what I have to do and it is so simple. Anyone one could do it. A 1-year-old for fuck sake could do it! Yet I sit here staring blankly at this screen. The front door is behind me. I can hear the wind howling outside telling me it's a brisk early winter day. It will be cold outside and there will be a bite in the wind. My heart starts to race and already I can feel the panic rising in my stomach making me feel sick.
By Samantha Don8 years ago in Psyche
The Stairway
The jolt of your grocery basket shocks you awake, your hands clutching the handle, your mind slapped awake, your eyes widening, your pupils adjusting to the influx of light. You look up to see the woman who walked right into you without care or remorse to leave just as easily. Her child sticks her tongue out at you, not in the silly way you’d expect, but angrily, exerting pressure to stick his tongue out because that's how much he detests you. She clutches his arm with her motherly instinct, quickly taking her child to her protection.
By Ahmad Ameen8 years ago in Psyche
