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I am Free

There was a time when I was imprisoned by myself. I could feel my hands on the bars and my heart stuck between them; I was not free. My heart was tangled in ropes. I couldn't stand up I was doubled over in pain. Stuck to my prison cell I did not know if I [...]

By | 2017-06-24T21:08:19+00:00 June 24th, 2017|Anxiety|Comments Off on I am Free

Panic at School – Age 15

Since I had my first panic attack my life was literally never the same. I woke up every morning with my heart racing. Yet I still had to go to school.I attended F.H. LaGuardia High School of Music and Art & Performing Arts. I was a drama major there. Ironically, I was acting every single [...]

By | 2014-04-06T01:44:56+00:00 August 31st, 2013|Anxiety, Panic|Comments Off on Panic at School – Age 15

My First Panic Attack – 15 Years Old

I was 15 years old when I had my first panic attack. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was reading a comic book called "Books of Magic." My memory is foggy on this part, but I recall that in this particular comic, the characters from Neil Gaiman's Sandman series (Death and Dream) cease [...]

By | 2014-04-06T01:44:57+00:00 August 30th, 2013|Anxiety, Panic|1 Comment

My Achilles Heel

I often look at people on the subway or walking down the street and I think, they must have it easier than me. They can stop thinking. They don't have obsessive thoughts. They don't have anxiety, they don't deal with their heart racing most of the time. However, upon reflection, I realize that every person [...]

By | 2014-04-06T01:46:55+00:00 May 24th, 2012|Anxiety, Deep Thoughts|Comments Off on My Achilles Heel

A Letter to Anxiety

Anxiety, I won't bother to start this letter with "Dear" because I don't value you. I guess you're better than depression because you give me energy to do things, but other than that, you just make me incredibly uncomfortable all the time. I'm angry at you because you scare me. But the things that I'm [...]

By | 2014-04-06T01:46:55+00:00 May 16th, 2012|Anxiety|Comments Off on A Letter to Anxiety

The Time is Now

I'm on a ship. The ship is sinking. I have to get everyone off. There are piles of gold everywhere. An enemy ship approaches in the distance. It's fierce, filled with cyclops, werewolves, and three-headed carnivorous monsters. The monsters in question like to dine on human flesh of the 32 year-old female variety. I try [...]

By | 2014-04-06T01:47:07+00:00 March 28th, 2012|Anxiety, Pirates, Writing|Comments Off on The Time is Now