Anxiety Informative Speech

Someone once said, “Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you.” You see, the feelings of isolation, depression, anxiety and pain, go way back starting in sixth grade. Imagine having to prepare yourself for every insecurity they’re going to point out. Imagine having to sit in the back of the class in fear of people making horrible comments about you. I used to pretend I was sick so, I wouldn’t have to suffer a day with people pointing out every flaw I had. That one day of being “sick” would be my best days I would get a sense of freedom for only twenty-four hours, but as the Sun began to set I knew, I would have to go through it again. The last thing I want you to
In the sixth grade I met a friend who was there for the rest of my middle school life. That friend was anxiety. In the sixth grade I had a crush on this boy and, one day I had worked up enough courage to ask him if he liked me. When I was going to ask him my heart-felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, my palms were sweating. It was time for the big moment. I said the words, “Hi, ______ (insert name). I like you, do you like me”? While I was waiting for a response it felt as if three years had gone by but, it was only three minutes. Then he fixed his lips and, said “No”. Nevertheless me being the curious person I am, I asked, “Why?”. He replied back to me saying “Well, because you're black”. Those words punctured my eleven year old heart, for the rest of my life. Anxiety used his words as fuel for its malicious power. Anxiety would replay his words every day and every night. It wouldn’t let me sleep until I knew every flaw in my body. I would cry myself to sleep wishing that I could become a skinny, fair-skinned girl. Since that day, I guess people heard what I did and,branded a target on my back. They pointed out every flaw I had, they made sure I wouldn’t forget. They silenced me. Since I couldn’t stand up for myself, I would take it out on my brother. I would call him all the things they called me. I needed an outlet and my brother was