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For as long as I can remember I've struggled with anxiety. My mom has, my brother has, it's in my DNA. But I always thought I could manage it, that I could use my anxiety to my advantage and push through. Recently though I discovered that was no longer the case. For about a month anxiety has officially taken over my life. I couldn't do school work without bursting into tears, I had panic attacks once or twice a week, and sometimes I struggled to even get out of bed. I was lucky to have some very supportive people in my life to convince me that this wasn't normal anymore, and that is was time to get help. I've personally struggled with accepting medication as an alternative to coping techniques, but I realized I could no longer control it on my own. I went to see someone and I was officially diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder, and started on a medication. I am a success story, I don't remember the last time I felt this good about myself, I don't remember the last time I felt like I could do anything I wanted without anxiety looming over me. I want my story to encourage people to seek help, because it's ok that the best version of yourself might be one with a little extra help.