anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
First Hand Tips for Teen Depression and Anxiety
When you are hurting and are sad the last thing you want to hear is someone label you mentally ill. Ever feel uptight, on edge, paranoid, or maybe think you are not important enough? You are not alone. Being a teen and dealing with depression and anxiety is sadly almost the norm for most American teenagers. 20 percent of American teens will be depressed before reaching adult hood. Social media has a huge impact and affects teens body image, self image, and has teens comparing themselves to others.
By Brock Sharp7 years ago in Psyche
Phone Assessments Are the Worst for Anxiety Disorders
For some reason earlier today my mind was thrown back to excruciating telephone assessments with the NHS for help with my mental health. I can only assume that my depression had decided that I needed to ruminate on those unpleasant experiences and that my anxiety was in cahoots and had picked right then for me to think endlessly about the stupid answers I gave.
By Alicia Brunskill7 years ago in Psyche
Cords, Curses, Bindings, and Contracts
Cords, curses, bindings, and contracts all happen on an energetic level. I’m figuring out that I have cords in my system from family that looks like those thick garden hoses Dale describes. The nature of one such contract is that I agree to stay poor, yellow is a color about exchanging beliefs, one belief being that I do not make my own money, I have to stay low-income. Life energy cords abound to my past lives where I was a witchcraft practitioner over and over again. My family threw me under the bus in many a past life, forcing me to believe their religion exclusively.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez7 years ago in Psyche
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
I began experiencing Social Anxiety at an early age; to be honest, as far back as I can remember. It started in elementary school as what I thought was just "stage fright." I was terrified to be called on in class. I was terrified to "popcorn read" paragraphs alongside my peers. I was never the social butterfly type. My Social Anxiety progressed as the middle school years crept in. Dating, puberty, parties... the horror. I completely avoided dating—it wasn't in my interests. I joined the school choir to put myself out there. I remember the first day. The teacher lined us all up by height and directed up on to the risers. She made me sing in front of everyone by myself to fit me into the appropriate section. I was shaking in my brown desk afterwards, completely red in the face. I can't believe I just did that. The tiny girl with brown hair and brown eyes tapped my shoulder and said, "You did great, don't be so nervous!"
By Hanna Fannin7 years ago in Psyche
Thoughts Intrusive and Critical: Part 1
Me and my brain, right—are like two colleagues at work who smile tightly at the other when they pass on the fourth floor corridor to the stationary cupboard. My brain is the kind of co-worker that thinks nothing of jumping the line to the photocopier or snagging the last muffin in the cafeteria. You stare at them, full to the brim with silent outrage—and if they bother to look in your direction, they shrug as if to say "What? It's what I do."
By Jessica Bailey7 years ago in Psyche
S.A.D.
The picture above portrays my deepest struggle in life. The struggle I've been battling for years. In the last four, it's become crippling beyond belief. That picture is of me, lost in the vivid beauty of the light while keeping a safe distance. I can see it right there! A way out of all of this. I am hesitant, my mind and thoughts viciously holding me back to no avail.
By Brooklyn Powell7 years ago in Psyche
Interviews with a Big Black Broad: Sessions #7
Interviewer: When did you began to seek professional help to treat your BDD? BBB: I'm sure it's not surprising that I was reluctant. I was complacent in dealing with my issues on my own up 'til the age of 28. I hid from mirrors. I would dwell in front of mirrors. I took down mirrors. I put them back up. I spent all my money on food, alcohol, makeup, hair products and expensive girdles of all kinds. I hid from the world for days and weeks on end. I drank to endure those moments when I gave in to the mounting pressures I felt to rejoin the world even when I felt the worst about myself. The annoyance of having to deal with a disorder that caused me to focus so much on myself had also taken its toll on me. I wasn't a purposefully vain person. I wasn't someone who would choose to be so self-consumed. I wanted to travel the world. I loved people and wanted to meet more of them from all walks of life. I didn't want to assume that everyone who stared at me only did so because they saw someone ugly. I needed the courage to live the life I ultimately wanted. How could I live any longer without being able to face myself in the mirror? Without being able to leave my house without being inebriated in some way? So, I faced the fact that I would remain stuck in the same positions in my life (literally) if I didn't at least try professional help.
By Anarda Nashai7 years ago in Psyche
Social Anxiety, My Experience
Social Anxiety and PTSD I went out recently with family. I thought I was over my fear of crowds until we headed into town which was crowded. I was nervous, fearful, panicking, and shaking. Everytime I walked through the crowd of people in town, it felt like they were rushing at me, leaving me feeling spaced out and scared. I feared I was going to be attacked. There was no logic in my fear, because I know I am safe where I live. My feelings come from the past, because in the past I was attacked in my home, and in town.
By Carol Ann Townend7 years ago in Psyche
