This story does not begin from my recollection, but my mother's, and I may help explain some of my compulsive worries and fears that I struggle with to this day. At the young age of 3, I was sitting in the back seat of my parent's car where, sadly, we all became injured in a car accident.
Since then I have had horrible images in my mind that have stayed with me all these years. I have struggled with nightmares about funerals and death which causes me tremendous anxiety and may have contributed to the development of some of my antisocial behaviors.
I chronically worry about one thing or another, and mostly about the welfare of my family and loved ones. I often imagine all the hundreds of ways they can die. At times I wish I could run away from this negative mindset that takes over my being. This anxiety of losing a loved one has made me afraid of getting close to them. Perhaps it was this car accident at such a young age that changed the way my brain and emotions respond to stress.
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The Story Of My Life
Non-Fiction"The Story Of My Life" is a non-fiction story that captures the background of my early childhood. You may had not know by reading this story you will be impacting my life. I simply start mentioning of how I felt down the stairs that dramatically eff...
