My Fear Of Roller Coasters-Personal Narrative

Glancing at the time on my phone once again, it dawned on me that I had been sitting near the line for the Ride of Steel for close to an hour. Even though I had been open about my fear of roller coasters, my friends still decided that a 208 foot tall ride was the place to start. I desperately wanted to make the most of this trip, but the second I heard its name mentioned, I knew that I was in for a long day.
My entire life I have struggled with trying new things. Anxiety kicks in and suddenly I question every inconsequential detail; What’s going to happen if I do this? What if I get hurt? What are people going to think of me? Because of thoughts like these, I often find myself sitting out of activities that I should be enjoying. However, it’s not just roller coaster rides that this affects; I back out of simple tasks such as asking a teacher for help or attending a party filled with people I hardly know.
Overanalyzing every insignificant detail caused me to not join my high school’s FIRST robotics team during my freshman year. I continuously made up excuses to tell my friends to explain why I was not joining. I became afraid of what kids on the team would think of my lack of experience or what my other peers at school would say about my new extracurricular. It took

As time went on, they actually worsened due to the fact that I was struggling with programming. Eventually, I quit the team because I couldn’t handle these thoughts any longer. My days fell back into the monotony that I was accustomed to. I was once again safe inside of my bubble, but the feeling that something was missing began to consistently invade my consciousness. The realization that I was actually missing the team hit me like a ton of bricks. The obvious solution was to return to the team; however, I was apprehensive of trying again in fear that the anxiety which caused me to quit would rear its ugly head once