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What helped me to handle anxiety better

I generally don’t think I overcame anxiety but I do handle it much better than last year. What really helped me a lot was the reality check. Is there any danger near you? Are you really in danger? What could happen right now. Anxiety/Panic attacks are a very subjective thing. By trying to think rational and realistic I started to handle it better. I started to realise that I am in no danger. That there is nothing to be anxious about. Anxiety/Panic Attacks are still a thing and will be a part of me for the rest of my life. But I will not let them control my life. I control my life.

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My Anxiety, and How I Overcame It

I've struggled with anxiety since third grade. I remember my first panic attack vividly: sitting in the back of the car, all the windows down, a sea-band cutting off my circulation because dear God I was going to throw up, oh my God, and later that night, falling asleep on the bathroom floor with tears drying on my skin, because I couldn't understand what was going on. In the weeks after that, I went home early at least twice a week, every week, because I got horrible panic attacks, and I couldn't understand them well enough to realize what they were, and that, if I just took a few breaths, got a breath of fresh air, I could make them manageable again. All I understood was that my stomach hurt so bad, so of course I had to go home.

I was never actually diagnosed. I didn't have to be. My dad has been suffering from anxiety for his entire life, and he has it much worse than I do. My parents knew the signs. I had them. (My dad is on medication for his. That was never an option for me. Drugs in all forms terrify me. So I was on my own in that department.) 

Strangely enough, it was my mom who taught me my coping mechanisms. (It's understandable. For a long time, I didn't like talking about anxiety. I guess my dad doesn't either.) Her advice was: take deep breaths, breathe slow, and keep reminding yourself that you're okay. Which, looking back, worked a lot better then than it does now. 

(Picture little third grade me, no friends, sitting in the back of the class, knees to my chest behind a school desk, whispering I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, and you've got the picture. Looked pretty sad, but it was effective.)

In time, I stopped leaving school early. With practice, I slowly got used to the things that used to scare me. I slowly became more comfortable with myself. The stomach aches became bearable, then faded away for the most part. 

I'm still terrified of public speaking, and I have a crippling phobia of being late to anything. I double- and triple-check everything I do, and never break a rule, because I'm scared of authority, and of people I look up to being disappointed in me. I don't think most of those will ever go away. But I'm managing. I have a great group of friends who are incredibly understanding, and a family that supports me through everything I do. I'm secure in the knowledge that, if it gets bad again, they'll always be there to pull me back.

But I don't think it will. I've come to like myself, and the things I've feared don't seem so big anymore. If trouble comes, I'm confident that I can handle it. I'm okay.

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“When someone states there opinion on the internet it’s so hard for me to keep my own opinion. I start getting anxiety over if my morals are right or not and I start getting extreme anxiety over it. It’s usually over really little things too. It’s even worse when people say stuff in real life. It’s so hard to keep my own morals, because I feel like I need to agree with everyone so they aren’t disappointed in me. Half of the time I don’t even know these people. I just get the extreme anxiety from thinking my morals and my beliefs are all incorrect and I need to change just because of one opinion. I just hate it so much, and sometimes I get super anxious that I’m faking it all. Even though I know I’m not. And I really don’t know how to control it. Usually me questioning my morals gets me super depressed. It’s just hard.“

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Project Conquer Anxiety!

Hey everyone!

Recently we have asked everyone what their thoughts are if we created a project that aims to help people cope with and overcome their anxieties. We received a lot of positive response about the project; however, the main issues we are experiencing right now are funding to get this project going. This is where we need your help! We started a Patreon account where anyone can help us out by making a contribution in order to bring this project to life. Becoming our patron means being a part of our growing family. Together, we can help each other overcome anxiety so that we can follow our dreams and goals, and to be the person we have always wanted to become. Any help would be greatly appreciated! Thank you for taking the time to read this message!

This is a our PATREON ACCOUNT 

Hey everyone, we are thinking of creating a project to help people conquer anxiety and live life to the fullest! The ideas we have so far for this project: A website with a forum so anyone can ask questions, get expert advice, therapy sessions, podcast, videos and different ways to cope with anxiety. This is just the start. Let us what you guys think of this idea . Also please suggest anything else that you would like to see that may help!

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Realisation

So I’ve had a pretty good handle on my anxiety until recently. Just started end of life care with my grandma which has taken an impact on me. Currently in my final year of University and about 5 months from qualifying to be a registered nurse. I got really drunk at the weekend and had a breakdown. But it made me realise I wasn’t coping with my workload and situation. So I’ve decided to take a year out to work on myself. I know I’ve needed to go to therapy for a long time but never had the time due to pressures from my course. I realised that the more I tried to fight my mental illness, the worse I was making it. So I wanted to promote taking a year out during university. I feel like it’s not well talked about and brushed under the carpet. So many people have told me to just manage it and carry on. I want to help people realise sometimes it’s okay to say no, stand your ground and do what is best for yourself. And that’s what I’m doing, the best thing for me. I know I’m going to go back to nursing, and a year out will help me overcome the monsters in my closet and make me a better nurse :)

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short anxiety story from when I was in grade 8

It was later on in the year, and it was my second year at my school and it was the same with everybody else, so most of us knew each other pretty well. (I'm from Australia).

I got relocated for apparently talking in class, which I wasn't because I had no one to talk to since im a loner, and even if there was somebody there I wouldn't talk the them anyways. I was already pretty nervous because my teacher drew attention to me, and once I knew I had to go all the way to another room on the other side of the school, (my school's pretty big, but not many people.) called room 12, which is the relocation room, I was fair shitting myself. I had never been reallocated before and my anxiety disorder is the reason for that. I wanted to be a rebel and be brave and cool like some of the people in my class, but I couldn't.

Once I got there, and thankfully there was and okay teacher in that room, but that didn't help, my mouth was still as dry as a desert and the palms of my hands were practically sweating waterfalls and I only mumbled to the teacher as she handed me the rethink sheet to write on. So I wrote down what I did, why I did it, and what I can do so that it doesn't happen again as fast as I could so I could get out of room 12 ASAP. But that was not the worst of it.

Rushing back to my classroom to hand my teacher the rethink sheet, I was stared at my E V E R Y O N E in my class And all I wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and disappear, forever. But luckily the rest of my class had an activity out side, but I chose to stay inside so I could have a little privacy. Shortly after everyone but two okay-ish girls in the classroom left. They started asking me questions like, "Oh, what is it like to be a rebel now, eh?" I tried answering the questions, but instead of talking, I burst into tears and I could tell they were trying to calm me down, but it didn't work. But for weeks after this incident I couldn't thank those girls enough for actually caring about me, and one even offering to take me to the school psychologist.