Personal Narrative: Rush Of Anxiety

a muzzle brake, and five magazines. Also, two shorty double barrels with the quickloader”. The quickloader is a machine that attaches on the side of your hamstrings. It has two compartments in each loader, and in the compartments goes shells. You simply stick the inside latch of the double shotgun against it, and it ejects the shells into the chamber of the double barrel for a quick reload.

That was the phrase that had been assaulting my ears for the last half an hour. Although it wasn’t odd that someone was telling me that specific phrase, this time it was different. My grandmother, whom I thought had understood my problems, had just proven to me that she actually didn’t. At the age of 12, I was heartbroken.

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

In my freshmen year, I got my first stage management job, as a production assistant on one of my school’s mainstage productions. The majority of those I was working with were graduate students and/or faculty. I was extremely intimidated and I struggled to do any task without apprehension, due to my generalized anxiety disorder. After noting this behavior, I began working on my confidence, in order to mitigate my trepidation, by way of reflection and therapy. When asked to tape out the prop table, rather than asking dozens of questions about which color of tape to use and the ideal position for the breakable wine glass, I just began the task, trusting my judgement. Sometimes I was corrected and had to redo my work, but most of the time, my work

If I were a famous YouTube sensation, my most watched video would be called: My Depression and Anxiety Story. When I was a Sophomore in high school, I went through a long period of time where I felt utterly miserable and alone all of the time. I would want to share my story with everyone, so they would know that even the most unlikely person can go through hardships. This is my story.

The late 50’s were a time of hysteria for the baby boomer generation. The source of hysteria was a hip thrusting, heartthrob by the name of Elvis Presley. He captivated audiences and women and would hold their attention for decades more. One of the many girls he charmed went by the name Sheila Cassidy. A girl who went on to marry a man, solely on a resemblance to her teenage dream. This girl turned into a woman and went on to become a mother and later a grandmother. Grandmother to me. She went on to do things in her life, but never forgot her first love, and his death brought a new kind of hysteria upon her. Elvis became immortal to her. She continued on in her life, but her one regret was never taking the time to go to Elvis’ home Graceland in Memphis, Tennessee. His home, forever protected by a thick layer of nostalgia.

This feeling was unusual because as a youngster, I spent most of my childhood going on acting auditions and

\The book I have chosen for my essay is a simple one, very understated but near and dear to my heart, All the bright places. Just about all my life I have struggled with some form of depression, it has been a never-ending battle for years. It has consumed every part of me and my life I had to drop out of school at the age of seventeen due to unforeseen circumstances, I lost every one of my friends because I was dragging them down. My life has been a never-ending reminder that I am not god enough. In the book there is this boy named Theodore he is a person who is surverly sad, the medical term for it would be manic depression. Theodore does these things that no one knows he does he stays under water for a bit longer then he should in the bath,

Day four of clinicals was really long. The first patient was scheduled from 8 until 1, he was getting fitted for 4 crowns and an implant crown. When the patient came in he had a horrible odor and looked like he hasn’t taken care of himself in months. I seated him down and the dental assistant just glanced at his teeth and looked at me strangely and whispered come here and look. I look in this old man’s mouth and saw nothing but a brown layer of plaque and calculus build up and it disgusted me. How could someone not take care of their selves? Anyways, we ended up sending him to the hygienist's room next to us and they cleaned his teeth extra good. He came back into the room and Dr. Williams came in and quickly did a check up on his teeth and

It was a beautiful summer evening at my uncle’s firework stand in Stillwater on July 7, 2012. We were sitting on the cement next to the giant metal building containing thousands of dollars worth of fireworks. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was getting dark. Together we were thinking of what we could do to pass the time before we had to close the stand. So we took a small 200 gram cake cleverly labeled,’’Stressed Out”. in the parking lot..

It was an oppressively hot and humid day (as usual) at Academy at the Lakes, and Mrs. Starkey was giving a tour to a group of august looking potential investors for the next fundraiser. As she approached the ‘infamous’ Room M-32, she began to feel nervous, and she began to speculate about the devastating possibilities, an idiosyncratic habit of hers. With sweat in her hand, she grabbed the door handle, and she, reluctantly, opened the door. Utter chaos. There were mad kids screaming at each other, and kids hitting each other; the class behaved like a stochastic fractal. Some kids were severely injured with broken bones and traumatizing hits to the head, and other kids were defenestrated. Mrs. Frizzle was out of school (so was the magical school bus), but her students were still in the classroom.

In my life there have been multiple times of intensity. Some have been super sad like my mother dying, some have been angry like my dad not showing up for court to fight for custody, and one in particular was scary. The moment i,m talking about it when my brand new house burned down. I just got home from school and it was raining, so I went to my room to do my homework, while my grandma was cooking. It was cold outside so my grandma decided to light the fireplace. Before this day she had always forgotten to open the damper in the fireplace so the fire alarm would go off all the the time. So when I was doing my homework and heard the alarm go off I didn't think anything but “oh well grammy forgot the damper again.” So I just went on doing my

The first time I had a panic attack I thought I was dying. My mind started spinning, my vision got blurry and the lights in my room began to burn my eyes. My breathing was labored, I felt like my lungs were going to collapse, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. My limbs went numb, my mind wouldn’t stop racing, too many thoughts were going through my mind, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear myself. Everything was silent except for the steady beating of my heart.

For over a year I failed to listen to my body, soon I would come to find out that I was extremely sick. In one emergency room visit I had learned that I had miscarried, got pneumonia, but the most shocking was that I, at age 23, had stage II Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Within that year it had become harder to breath; I could feel my lung fill and ‘pop’ around something, that something was my lymph node. A lymph node is regularly the size of a lima bean, so you would think I would have noticed its’ growth into this fist sized thing that my oncologist showed me in scans. At the time I had thought of all the times I could have gone to the doctor, but out of fear, talked myself out of going to seek medical care. Why would I want to

If you really knew me you would know that I love love love to explore the world of food. Not just eating it, but photographing it as well. There are billions of social media accounts for food, and yes I have an Instagram just for food. Along with exotic foods, I also just like to try new foods if they seem good; but presentation definitely counts. Yes, I have eaten alligator and crickets, and they were nowhere near as bad as you would think.