Personal Narrative: My Anxiety Disorder

Most people do not completely understand my anxiety disorder nor how I developed into myself. Despite a proud person now, I remember crying at thirteen when I became overwhelmed by life. Sometimes it was my homework that overwhelmed me, my family, my feelings, or nothing at all. The dread and nervousness consumed me inside. Maybe it was the abuse that I suffered that began my disorder. It hurts me so much to recall how my dad did not nurture me. He screamed at me, neglected my feelings, and pushed aside my basic needs. Overall, these are the two principal life experiences that shaped me.
Against all odds, these factors would not discourage me. They gave me the perseverance to become myself, and to pursue my goals. I couldn't stand how I felt,
so I become stronger. I began opening up to friends and family, and found the support to become strong. The most important of all the qualities I gained was the understanding of others.