About two years ago, when I was only fifteen, I remember setting up to go to school one cloudy rainy fall day. I did everything I do every morning. Brushed my teeth, combed my hair, washed my face, put all I needed in my school bag, ate a good breakfast that my mother made for me, and rushed to school. Nothing was strange or abnormal, just another day in my routine boring life.
When I got to class, I felt ok. It was three days before a big exam in math and I felt like I was behind the rest of my class mates. I talked to my friend Joe, and then I knew for sure, I was not ready to take that test. When he started talking about all those numbers and functions, I thought he was an alien coming from Mars. After talking to some other friends I thought I was the alien, and the only one in class who had no idea of what’s going on in math class.
Later that day, when I got back home, I started to feel a little weak. I felt strange warmth in my stomach and my sister said I looked a little faint. My head was racing with no goal. It was like thousands of different thoughts ran around my brain like flies making this terrible noise, which I could not handle or stop. I knew something was wrong but I refused to accept it. I only wanted it to go away. Some how I managed to put myself to bed, and fell asleep.
It was only long time after that day, when I had enough courage to speak to some one; trying to understand what the thing was I went thru. My older brother was the one I went to speak to, and he was the one how told me that the thing I felt had a name: Stress, or Anxiety, and what I described to him were anxiety symptoms.
Now I’m on a mission to find ways to handle stress, to learn stress management, and stress relief. I’m looking for relaxation techniques that will help me go through the days.