Personal Narrative: The Signs Of Anxiety

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I never knew anxiety could take over my life. As a young girl I exhibited signs of anxiety, I never quite knew what is was until I got older. As a young girl I had separation anxiety, I never wanted to be away from my mom. As I got older my anxiety took a total different direction. I constantly thought about death and wondered what happened after someone died, I was always worried someone close to be was going to die any minute. I constantly had an anxious or nervous feeling that would happen out of nowhere. The first time I had an anxiety attack was when I was in high school, freshman year. I was working at my first job, a restaurant called barberitos. It was a very fast pace job and took a lot of multitasking. I had been working there for …show more content…
I was dating this guy I met at school for a year now (we started dating junior year). He was a little possessive and controlling over me but at the time I just thought he was like that because he loved me. It would always be a fight if I wanted to hang out with my friends, I couldn’t be friends with certain people so one day I got fed up with how controlling he was and stood up for myself, we got into a huge fight and he put his hands on me. He pulled me up a staircase by my hair, he slapped me around, squeezed my face until the whole side of my face was bruised with his finger prints, I had scratches all over me. He promised it wouldn’t happen again so I made a stupid decision and forgave him because I thought I couldn’t be without him. I hid all the scratches from my parents and didn’t tell anyone what happened. Even though I stayed with him I was terrified of him after that, I always thought if I made him mad it would happen again. About 3 months ago it happened again but even worse this time. I had to tell my parents this time because my face was very beat up. That day changed my life, my anxiety had been out of control. I cried uncontrollably every day for weeks, I hated getting up every day, I walked around like I was depressed or miserable to be alive, I was never happy, I felt like everything was my fault. I had to take a stand for myself and