Personal Narrative: My Anxiety

My anxiety has been an obstacle for many things in my life. I can’t talk to people I don’t know. Everyday things, such as ordering food at a restaurant or walking down the street next to someone else, become things that would make you quake in your shoes. Do you know that feeling when you miss a step on the staircase, and for a moment, you think you’re going to fall and you get a jolt of fear? That’s what I feel like, almost all the time. It affects social situations most of the time, but it’s also very bad when it comes to my future and my grades. Before I came to high school, conversations about my future made me want to break down and cry like a baby. That was how afraid I was of the difficult workload, my own organizational flaws sabotaging me at every angle. Even though my fear has lessened, I am still very anxious about failure, grades, and college. I have high expectations of myself, but meeting them is a challenge that
I kept a lot of secrets from her, didn’t tell her anything about what was going on, because my anxiety levels were too high and I couldn’t tell her anything. She couldn’t help me fix anything, because I was too afraid to tell her my problems. All she could do was suggest breathing exercises, which didn’t work out very well for my situation. Breathing exercises are putting a band-aid on a deep gash, doing the bare minimum to try and fix something that needs more than just a little quick fix.
I still, to this day, have yet to overcome this obstacle of my anxiety. I can’t do much to overcome it, because as I said before, I don’t know who I can get help from. I do know a few things that can help me calm myself down, but in the long run, it is still a major obstacle that I face every day, and one I simply do not know how to