My Story

When I was nine, my best friend (and debatingly my only friend) moved away, and that’s when my major anxiety formed. Now, major anxiety isn’t abnormal in my family, both my mother and father have it im some sort of form. And some days were better than not.. At that point I didn’t really have many friends to keep me busy and distracted so my anxiety got worse and worse.. But I met some of my friends that I still have today and they helped me through it, and I was getting better, until I was bullied. This one guy went on and on about how I’m fat and that I must weigh 300 pounds. I was destroyed, you might think that it was nothing and that I was being over dramatic… But he dug at something I was already insecure about. So I started cutting myself, I couldn’t wear T-Shirts and Shorts like normal kids (and I’ll also mention that it gets 30-40 degrees where I live) my anxiety got worse, to the point where I couldn’t sleep in my room and I started having panic attacks 4-5 times a day. I found ways to cope and my anxiety died down, and of course I sometimes get dirty looks from those snobby girls but I’ve found ways to ignore them and my teacher I had at the time once accused me of faking my anxiety… I’m now 13 years old, and I’ve found a lot of ways to cope and make myself feel better and I’m glad that I went through all of this.