The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
When I was thirteen years old, I found out that my dad had PTSD. Me being a little girl I did not understand what PTSD was. My dad has been in the Army for twenty-two years and has seen a lot of traumatic things which has caused him to have PTSD. PTSD is a Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) which is a type of anxiety disorder. It can occur after you have gone through an extreme emotional trauma that involved the threat of injury or death.
I grew up with panic disorder, which at points was so crippling I would be unable to leave my house for days on end. In order to cope, I began to immerse myself in practicing music, which was made widely available to me by the band program at my high school. I joined every ensemble I could- marching band, jazz band, theatre ensembles- and the more I played, the less time I had to think about all the things that scared me. The availability of my directors and their passion for music ultimately aided in my ability to overcome the disorder that was slowly destroying me, and I hope to one day be able to do as they did for someone in the future.
I leaned my head against the cold, tinted window, listening to the heavy raindrops pounding against it. While my mom, Mildred, kept fiddling with the radio stations and looking at me like she wanted to say something. She puts her tongue between the tip of her teeth, which she usually does when she is about to lash out. Three. Two.
This fear comes without wearing or any obvious reason. Panic attacks may happen when something reminds you of your trauma. (“The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, 4th Edition (DSM-IV) describes a panic attack as the experiences of incenses fear or discomfort where the following things might occur, pounding heart or heart rate, sweating, trembling or shaking, feeling as though you are being smothered, or having difficulties breathing.”) Panic attacks may also include symptoms that include sever feeling of frighten, heavy breathing as well as rapid heart rate. Reports from MedicineNet.com state that, approximately three million American adults (about 1.7 percent of the population) will suffer from some type of panic disorder during some point in their lives.
Throughout my life, I have been told I am a great listener and can understand complex problems. I have had experience listening to different kinds of problems and providing support for both sides of a given disagreement. Directly impacting people’s lives and helping them in this way is a highlight in my life, and becoming a licensed clinical social worker would allow me to continue this dream in a more prepared and educated manner. Early in high school, I discovered the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). Fascinated immediately, I went on to “type” my closest friends and family.
I was born on August, in the year of 1996. My mother would tell me that I was a nonchalant rugrat that kept to herself. My social development was more of a neglect of other people where I had no regards of anyone unless it was my mother. Sure, I smiled at other people now and then when I was a few-weeks-old, but I was always inclined to my mother or as mentioned in the book, we had the mother-child interaction (White, 1971, p. 15.)
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
I just can 't talk, but they don 't understand why. I want to get up, and try to explain, My anxiety, and how it causes me pain. But my mind tells me that they don 't care, I 'm not meant to be happy, life just isn 't
This paper comes at an incredibly fortuitous time because it is a time of reflection due to self growth and unfortunate events. At this point, I am starting up a new journey because I am starting to realize that I may have misspent my time and energy focusing upon the wrong problem. In retrospect, I have come to realize that I was working on learning how to forgive my boyfriend for inflicting vast emotional wounds upon me during the course of our five year relationship. Presently, my relationship has transformed into a significantly healthier oneand is continuously evolving into a healthier one. Although it is much better, I cannot help but wonder what I am doing and why.
At the time, I didn’t know this was an anxiety attack. My mind drew a blank at attempting to categorize what happened at school. I tried WebMD-ing what had happened that day, but after receiving a plethora of
I learned that being strong doesn 't mean not admitting that you need help, it 's admitting you do and knowing it 's for the best. As I think back to the late nights that I spent not sleeping because I could not stop feeling a heavy weight on my shoulders with sadness. I had figured something was wrong seeing as I was sad a lot the time and it wasnt normal. I had begun to realize that getting up in
All my life, I had been so negative and close-minded; everything bad always happened to me and everyone else got all the good things I wanted. Now, I believe in the idea that what a person gives out is what they receive. All I gave out was negativity, so that was all I received for a very long time. When I became more positive towards myself and others, my anxiety began to improve. Firstly, I removed myself from toxic relationships, because they did nothing but hurt me.
Symptoms include rapid heart rate, feeling weak, pale or dizzy, itchy or numbness in the hands and fingers, shaking or trembling, sense of terror or approaching doom or death, feeling perspiring or having chills, ringing in your ears, a need to go to the toilet, headache, tightness in the throat, respiratory disorder that is hyperventilation, urge to vomit, hot flashes, trouble swallowing food or water, cramps in the abdomen, chest pains, breathing difficulties and feeling a loss of control. Symptoms last for ten minutes mostly and you will feel tired after a panic attack. Symptoms can occur for other illness as well so see a doctor as soon as possible. Sometimes, the symptoms of a panic attack can be so strong they can make you feel like you are having a heart attack. However, it is significant to be aware that symptoms such as a racing heartbeat or shortness of breath will not cause you to have a heart attack.
I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”.
