Anxiety

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A kid finds out his fathe dies and has an episode...

Submitted: July 27, 2017

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As I sit here I feel the room shrink physically smaller, I feel my palms begin to perspire, my skin began to boil, I know I am breathing just fine but my body makes it feel as though I am being choked. it seems like all the signs are telling me DANGER, DANGER but I am in my apartment and I know I am fine. I just fall back, close my eyes and think that everything that I once knew and believed is now nothing and I become nothing right along with it. I struggle to slowly open my eyes. I am cold. I have a hard time opening my eyes. I watch the light shine directly at me. A bright white light. I do not believe in God so I will make it super clear that I do not think I am dead, because if I am dead than i will not be able to see any white light, or feel the temperature of my skin, or even have these thoughts in my mind, I would just simply cease to exist. After laying there a couple of minutes my eyes adapt to the bright light in the room seemingly examining me with such precision and I wake and realize that I am at the hospital. I see a tall handsome young white man with a lab coat walking into the room. I hate people like him, I think to myself. He probably thinks he can get everything he desires just because he looks good and has a good job. Anyway, he asked me how I was feeling to which I responded how I always respond; “I feel fine”. in actuality I did not. Everything is fine, I feel no physical pain. But for some reason I feel off. I am sure it is nothing to worry about and the last thing I want is for a doctor to keep me in this hell hole for more time than necessary. After a while they told me that I had what is referred to as an anxiety attack. Since, this is the first time that this has happened, they do not believe it is necessary to put me on some kind of medication for the accident, however the doctor has given me specific instructions to find a local psychologist to talk about the stressors in my life. As soon as he said this I wanted to leave the room and not listen to another word that this man had to say, since I was half- listening and half-staring into space to begin with. Who was he to tell me what I should do with my health and my life? Just some stuck-up white male coming from a middle class family who probably did not owe a cent in Student Loans due to the scholarship he received after attending one of the most prestigious private schools in his city. I decided I could think for myself. I controlled what I did and how I did it. I nodded and told the doctor what he wanted to hear. I told him i was going to look into getting a psychologist and I was going to look into taking better care of my body, since the last time that I had eaten that week was 4 days prior to my hospital visit. The Doctor told me he detected this due to my low blood sugar and vitamin deficiency in my blood. The Doctor told me the best decision I could make was to eat healthy and keep myself in top shape as to make sure that something like this does not happen again. I agreed.

 


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