My anxiety is not an issue

For the last few years, I have experienced isolated panic attacks. In the past three years, I have experienced over ten panic attacks that all involve the same symptoms: uncontrollable paranoia, sharp headaches, dizziness, confusion, and hysterical behavior.

The panic attacks are out of body experiences; my soul drifts from my body. My mind is very much conscious of what is going on, but my body is left to self-destruct. My mind floats up to space while my body is grounded and forced to deal with the pain.

My anxiety used to be a burden, a guilt, and a weakness. In reflection, as a result of a panic attack, put me in the hospital, ended my last relationship, and terminated previous friendships. I hated myself for most of my teenage years because I was living with something I could not understand. However, for the last two years, I have been at peace.

My college friends are aware of my anxiety, but none of them understand it. It’s not even like I blame them, for a long time I didn’t understand my personal anxiety. One day, during the senior year of my fall semester, a cold comment was said to me by one of my friends.

The conversation went like this: “Hey Danny are you going to the dance light show later?” said my friend. “Probably not,” I responded. “It is not good for me to be around flashing lights.” “What do you mean?” said my friend. My other friend responds for me, and says “he has issues.”

The panic attacks are out of body experiences; my soul drifts from my body. My mind is very much conscious of what is going on, but my body is left to self-destruct. My mind floats up to space while my body is grounded and forced to deal with the pain.

My anxiety used to be a burden, a guilt, and a weakness. In reflection, as a result of a panic attack, put me in the hospital, ended my last relationship, and terminated previous friendships. I hated myself for most of my teenage years because I was living with something I could not understand. However, for the last two years, I have been at peace.

My college friends are aware of my anxiety, but none of them understand it. It’s not even like I blame them, for a long time I didn’t understand my personal anxiety. One day, during the senior year of my fall semester, a cold comment was said to me by one of my friends.

The conversation went like this: “Hey Danny are you going to the dance light show later?” said my friend. “Probably not,” I responded. “It is not good for me to be around flashing lights.” “What do you mean?” said my friend. My other friend responds for me, and says “he has issues.”

My anxiety will always be present, but it is not an issue. It is who I am and I love who I am.

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