I still remember walking into the psychiatric’s office at about 8:30 am for a regular appointment when I first discovered I had depression and anxiety. So, this is how I’m learning to deal with it which kind of threw me off because I never thought I’d be someone dealing with depression and anxiety. A couple weeks before, I went to my real doctor for a physical when my doctor made me take a survey. When she first said to take the survey, I was kind of worried because it was weird to take a test at the doctor that wasn’t physical health related. The survey had things on it about suicide and depression. Other things were how I feel about certain things. It was weird and I couldn’t understand it, but when she finally read the results of the survey, I understood there was something really wrong. Then, she suggested a therapist and psychiatrist.
The day finally came and I was not happy at all. I was nervous and honestly didn’t know what to expect. I patiently waited in the waiting room until the lady called my name. I followed her into the back room where she took my
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I thought I was absolutely crazy because to me, I didn’t seem sad or mad all the time but then again I’m not a psychiatrist. I never really thought of myself as being someone who has to deal with anything like depression or anxiety but I had to find different ways to cope with it. Other than my psychiatrist, I still needed other ways instead of only going to see one person a couple of weeks at a time. The only other ways I could think to deal with it would be to either see a counselor at school too or find somebody I trust with everything and that’s what I did. Now I see a group therapy at my school and I have a few people I can trust to vent to. It’s still hard learning to deal with it and to accept and try to work through it because now a days, I’m almost always anxious or always feeling
therapy. If your symptoms or actions were severe, most likely you were labeled mad or
The big day was finally here! I woke up around four in the morning to get my hair and makeup done. I had stayed in Fort Worth at my aunt’s house, since the lady doing my hair lived closed to her. So already it starts to go bad. The lady called in saying she couldn’t make it because her car broke down, so of course I start freaking out. I needed my hair and makeup done a.s.a.p. so I could be on my way home to Jacksboro. My aunt started to call some people she knew and I waited impatiently starting to do my own make up. Finally, after what seemed like forever another lady
A vast majority of people struggle with Depression, Anxiety, or in some cases both. What many do not recognize is how much those monsters impact one’s life.
After almost year of watching me struggle he insisted that I talk to my doctor. I went to her and spent an hour crying, telling her everything that had happened in the last year, she hugged me and assured me that there was nothing wrong with me, just something a little unbalanced inside me and that we were going to work together to fix it.
Everything was always bleak, I forced people away, doing group projects solo, ignoring the attempts of conversation. I knew that it was destructive, but at the same time didn’t care. Eventually, after months of anxiety induced nausea and vomiting I went to a general family doctor. This was both a good step forward and a bad choice, good in that I was finally seeking help, but bad in that I didn’t seek a proper specialist. After 15 minutes I walked out with a script feeling no better that
I will begin with what I remember of my experience of learning I have mental health illness. I remember suffering heavily through my early teens to my twenties with depression. I had tried at that time just about every type of depression medication available and none of them worked on me. It wasn't until I was in my twenties that my depression just kind of went away. I thought I was done with suffering from mental health problems, but I would be wrong.
Do you know what it feels like to have your palms sweat, throat close up, and your fingers tremble? This is the everyday life of someone who lives with anxiety. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I hear my brain freaking out about the day ahead of me. What do I eat for breakfast? What do I do first when I get home from school? What happens if I get in a car crash on my way to school? A million thoughts at one time racing through my head. I never have the time to process all of them. Most mornings, I lay in my bed and have to take a few deep breaths to begin my hectic but not so hectic day. That’s just the beginning. It’s safe to say that I feel that I 'm an anxious person and that I have an anxiety disorder.
Using narratives to gain an insight into human experience is becoming an increasingly popular method of exploration. Assuming that people are in essence narrative beings that experience every emotion and state through narrative, the value of exploring these gives us a unique understanding. Narrative is thought to act as instrument to explore how an individual constructs their own identity (Czarniawska, 1997) and explain how each individual makes sense of the world around them (Gabriel, 1998). It may also give us an understanding into individual thought processes in relation to individual decision making practices (O’Connor, 1997). It is evident from studies such as Heider and Simmel (1944), that there appears to be an instinctive nature in people to introduce plots structures and narratives into all situations, with an intention to construct meaning to all aspects of life in its entirety. The value of narrative is that it is a tool that allows us to understand what it means to be human and gives us an insight into a person’s lived experience whilst still acknowledging their cultural and social contexts. Narrative is thought to be significance as it is ‘a fruitful organizing principle to help understand the complex conduct of human beings (p.49)’ (Sarbin, 1990) The construction of a person’s narrative is thought to be dependent on each person’s individual awareness of themselves and the circumstances that surround them. However, a debate to whether a person is able to formulate a valid narrative in the face of a mental illness such as schizophrenia has emerged. Sufferer’s symptoms are often thought to interfere with their abilities to perceive within a level deemed acceptable to their society’s norms and therefore the validity ...
It had come to the attention of my family that I had some sort of psychological problem and something had to be done. I was always labeled as a shy and quiet kid, and like my family I had thought nothing more of my behavior. However, now it had become something more obvious. I had told my parents the kinds of problems I was having. Basically I didn't want to talk to anyone or to be anywhere near anyone I didn't know. I didn't really want to leave my house for any reason for fear that I might have to talk to someone. I was so critical and scrutinizing in relation to myself that I couldn't even enter into a conversation. Everyone seems to have a part of themselves that lends itself to thoughts of pessimism and failure, but mine was something that was in the forefront of my mind at all times. Something telling me that everything I did was a failure, and that anything I ever did would not succeed. Through discussion with my family it was decided that I should move out of my parents house to a place where I could find treatment and get a job. I was to reside with my sister Lisa, her partner Brynn, and their Saint Bernard in Greensboro.
I was now at a very low point in my life and very sensitive. Depression affected me emotionally because I felt
“Depression and anxiety go hand in hand, like ice cream and sprinkles. You can’t have one without the other in some cases, unless you don’t like sprinkles. Then it’s fine.” My therapist always says. The earliest encounter that I can remember of my anxiety is the summer I spen...
There is a fine line between anxiety and depression. A line that is often times blurred. Although there are differences between the two, they also share many similarities, which can lead to false diagnoses for patients. It only gets more complicated when both illnesses are present. For example, The National Institute of Mental Health (2009) did a study of anxiety disorders and found that 53.7% of people reported they also experienced major depression as a secondary condition. These researchers also stated that people who are severely depressed do become anxious. In order to have a better understanding of anxiety and depression one must first clearly define the two conditions, understand the causes, look at the symptoms involved, and review the different treatment options available.
Mrs. Weisenberger was the only one counselor that ever taught me that you are in control of your emotions. Other doctors always would tell you that depression and anxiety is not your fault, when in all honesty you have total control of your brain and can make yourself feel however you want to feel. I completely feel that some doctors are more interested in making extra money off of you, than actually helping you feel better. They know that once they solve your problem, you’re not going to return; They’re a business too!
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
The past few months ... actually years ... have been a lesson in weathering trials. As I have stated before, I suffer from anxiety and battled postpartum depression. I was misdiagnosed with bi-polar, but my therapist discovered that it isn't bi-polar, it is simply massive anxiety attacks that I was having.