{"id":4542,"date":"2018-10-17T10:09:22","date_gmt":"2018-10-17T15:09:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=4542"},"modified":"2018-10-18T10:42:32","modified_gmt":"2018-10-18T15:42:32","slug":"anxiety","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/10\/17\/anxiety\/","title":{"rendered":"Anxiety"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">As you all may know, October is mental health awareness month. If this were a few years ago, I wouldn&#8217;t have paid much attention to it and subconsciously thought that it&#8217;s okay and people are able to easily get help. However, now that I&#8217;m older and struggle with mental health more than I did at the time, I realize that this is not the issue. In order to contribute to the understanding of mental health, I decided to share a piece based off of how anxiety feels like from my perspective as someone who struggles with it. Anxiety is one of the most common mental illnesses in the United States. According to the ADAA, it affects 40 million adults that&#8217;s above the age of 18. Something that&#8217;s even more saddening, though, is the fact that anxiety disorders can be treated but only 36.9% of the people who have anxiety actually get treated. Anxiety often leads to depression and vice versa and it&#8217;s angering and upsetting that we have the materials to help people with these mental illnesses and disorders, yet so few people actually get treated.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">Remember the worm who wriggled around in her peach?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">Giggling to itself as she bit into the sweet fruit.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">She wished she&#8217;d known.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">It waltzed its way into her body, finding its way into her brain.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cI wish I could whisper sweet nothings to you, but you must listen to what\u2019s important, first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">It set out to terrify.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">It wanted to abolish every well-meaning thought inside her head.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">Get out get out get out,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">Please get out.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">It only laughed though and continued about its job.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">She desperately wanted out and needed to stop the worm from talking.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">A short time later, she met the \u201cmagic\u201d fish.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">With the worm and his torment, she could not think clearly.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s your wish?\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cThere\u2019s a worm, can you get him out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">A badger had sat at the edge of the pond, watching with a wide smirk across his face.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cOf course, I can get him out, your troubles will stop in no time.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">The badger began to chuckle silently and whispered, \u201csilly girl.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">The fish opened his mouth wide and it felt as if someone was yanking her brain from her skull.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">She looked up, and there was the worm sitting upon the fish\u2019s tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cWow, how can I-\u201c<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">The whispering began to start about more terribly than before.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cI thought you got the worm out!\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">All three laughed and as the fish sank into the water, worm in his mouth, the badger just smiled.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: book antiqua,palatino,serif;\">\u201cThe worm only provoked it; it was inside you to begin with.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As you all may know, October is mental health awareness month. If this were a few years ago, I wouldn&#8217;t have paid much attention to it and subconsciously thought that it&#8217;s okay and people are able to easily get help. However, now that I&#8217;m older and struggle with mental health more than I did at &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/10\/17\/anxiety\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Anxiety&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":37,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4542"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/37"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4542"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4542\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4573,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4542\/revisions\/4573"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4542"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4542"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4542"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}