Narrative Essay On Support Group Panic

The annoying ping notification sound from Skype is a sound with which I am all too familiar with, but receiving messages from my friends usually made up for it. One particular summer night, a message from Cameron had reached the affectionately named Support Group chat. Typically the chat was cheerful and random, a mess of words and pictures. This time the word “panic” stood out in bold letters, and I prayed that she meant the band Panic! at the Disco. It was unlikely since she had a history with anxiety and previous panic attacks.
Cameron never went into detail about her mental health, so it was surprising to suddenly be thrust into a position of having to calm her. I learned after the event that she had had the panic attack because she watched a sad video that triggered a maelstrom of emotions within her. Without being able to see her, all I could do was ask her concise questions and hope that she would not pass out. While she
With Cameron, I was able to face an unknown with only vague guides on what to do. This jump into the unknown was what made it my transition into adulthood because I managed to stay calm and worked with the information I had. In this situation, it was about being responsible, collected, but not being afraid to ask for help like Cameron did. People have to be willing to admit when they need support from their friends and family instead of silently drowning. One of my flaws is that I struggle to ask for help, but I can say that this year I find myself seeking others out. My friends, counselors, and teachers are learning more about me and my experiences because I am more willing to open up to them. An important lesson I have learned is that adulthood is not a lonely road unless you make it one. Adulthood is about being able to manage yourself while having the maturity to be able to share the burdens that come with it. Adulthood is independent but not