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essay
These are some struggles i have on a daily basis
Chapter 1: essay My heart beated out of my chest. “Can they tell i cannot breath? Do they notice my eyes watering? Oh God, I need to calm myself down and go to the bathroom before i have a panic attack.”
These challenges were ones that I faced the first 2 months of high school., Ii woke up everyday knowing I would have to face these same demons everyday. I suffered from terrible anxiety each time I walked down the hallway.
For two months I kept the secret to myself because I was embarrassed, and ashamed because I didn’t want my parents to think I was weak or worry about me but one day on our way to Marshalls I started hysterically crying and told my dad everything, “I think i need to start taking medication for anxiety” My dad and sister were completely shocked, they thought that my anxiety had gone away when i was in fourth grade and wasn’t gonna come back, but it did.
Chapter 2: essay I explained to them how i felt and how something as simple as walking down the hallway was hell for me. it felt so good to have someone to help me with this demon i was facing everyday that was triggered due to the fact that i was not happy with myself and felt as if i was always being judged. My mother scheduled an appointment with my doctor who then prescribed me with medication and got me a psychiatrist who i still see. At first i was shy with my therapist because i didn’t want him judging me but then i got comfortable with him and let him help me and learned to admire my anxiety in away because it was due to the fact that i'm “intelligent” as he says and am aware of my circumstances i’m in that it causes me to think of endless possibilities.
I still get anxiety at times but it’s not as severe or frequent due to medication and therapy.
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