“You’re just lazy”:Stigma against Anxiety

Anxiety.  It is an invisible illness that many individuals are affected by.  Anxiety disorders affect 40 million adults in the United States age 18 and older, or 18% of the population. (source: National Institute of Mental Health)

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For those of us who endure anxiety disorders, it is quite difficult to explain to those who do not.

Phrases we often hear are:

  •  “snap out of it”
  • “you’re being ridiculous!”
  • “get over yourself”
  • “You don’t try hard enough”
  • “You’re just lazy”

People misunderstand anxiety disorders for laziness, or a person who is unmotivated to shape a better life for themselves.  This is untrue.  The truth is those with anxiety often do not have reasons for their behaviors, and do try to fight against them.

People who have this disorder will often exhibit many different behavior that society may misunderstand, or fail to recognize as a symptom.

Below are a few of them:

  • decline invitations, even if they wish to go somewhere
  • Imagine the worst possible scenario in every situation
  • compare their success to those who are close in age to them, such as friends and siblings
  • the feeling of being too mentally and physically weakened by the affects of their anxiety

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Read more here

It is important to change this stigma, because this can help those living with and without the disorder. Here is some information on signs, symptoms, and factors of anxiety disorders.

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If you are living with an anxiety disorder, know that you are not alone, and that help is available.

~Siren Cay

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Seized into Darkness

Where am I?  This obscure darkness is clouding any glimmer of light.  

Have I perished? Is this my eternal damnation?

My mortal frame will not shift.  My limbs are frozen as if I were a cement statue on display for anyone to glare and snicker.

 I no longer feel agony, merriment, or even irritation.  My physical form has become a ghost, a hallow shell that harbors my beating heart.  

Wait. Is my heart beating?  I no longer can comprehend.

What if the end isn’t near?  How will I be freed from these shadows?

Is solidarity eminent? I can’t end like…

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The excerpt above is written from a thought perspective.  

Like many people in the world, I am a person who has a seizure disorder.  I was diagnosed with Epilepsy when I was a little girl, and have lived with it for over twenty years.  In most recent years, it has actually become more difficult.  

Written above is what comes to mind when I think about what happens.  Even though I am unconscious when I have a seizure, I wake up feeling disoriented.  Usually, I have the feeling of “If I did not come out of that, I could have died”.  Not being able to utilize my motor skills is terrifying, discouraging, distressing, and tiresome.  Above are my thoughts on what I believe I would contemplate in my own consciousness during a seizure.

Click here for more information on seizure types and ways to help people with Epilepsy!

Hope you enjoy it, and thanks so much to all those who read my blog posts!!

~SirenCay

Quote of the day

“There comes a point where it all becomes too much.  When we get too tired to fight anymore.  So we give up.  That’s when the real work begins.  To find hope where there seems to be absolutely none at all.” 

– Cristina Yang/Grey’s Anatomy


~Siren Cay

Moonlit Love

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“You love her, don’t you?” He asked as a small grin graced his face.

“Is it that obvious?” I smiled like a love struck teenager as I watched her walk away and wished for one last glance of her luminous, moon-like beauty.

To my surprise, she turned her head just enough that our eyes met.  My heart fluttered in my chest as my cheeks turned bright red.  She waved back at me, her eyes glistening under the lustrous crescent moon.  She turned her back to me and proceeded to stride further and further away, her long flowing brunette hair blowing freely in the wind.

I wanted to see her again.  Before she vanished out of sight, I hurried toward her.

“Princess!”

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I hollered out to her.  At the echo of my voice, she halted and spun around to meet my gaze.

“What is it?”

Shaking with unimaginable nervousness, I fell before her and took her soft, majestic, magic hands in my own and looked up into her clear, sparkling blue eyes.

 “Moon Princess.  I know, I must seem insignificant to you as I am, but a mere prince from this planet, but I…” I paused.  “I wB37NGYKant to know if I will ever see you again?”

A single tear slid down my face as I prepared for the worst.  The princess smiled, knelt down in front of me and wiped my cheek with her sleeve. Then she asked.

“Do you want to see me again?”

She stared at me with a look of curiosity on her face.  Without any hesitation, I graciously brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.

“I would love nothing more.”

~SirenCay

Pictures are from the hit anime Sailor moon crystal.  The first picture is fanart created by mimiclothing of Deviantart.

 

 

Fading friendship

Fading Friendship

I first knew things were amiss when boys began to take priority over barbies.  The day she replaced her posters of Dora with boy bands was a real hardship for me.  I did not appreciate school teaching her that animals are unable to speak.  Why can’t a purple talking unicorn exist?

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I comforted her when she lost her first pet, a goldfish named Rainbow.  I protected her from the monsters under the bed.  I agreed that cake should be a breakfast food.  Through all the joyful and upsetting times in her life, I was her constant companion.

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Now I’m like a forgotten fairy.  My light is growing dim.My once vibrant violet complexion has degraded into a ghostly pale white.  My once formidable limbs have become fragile and stiff.  However, what truly shatters me is the loss of my horn that once held the love and magic we shared.

As I watch her move on to perfume and make up from ribbons and curls, I wonder if she ever thinks of me.

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~Sirencay

Pictures from disney/pixar’s InsideOut