When I first sat down to
write this story, I was conflicted between telling two different stories. I
knew that I wanted to speak to my anxiety in some way, but I had the choice of
talking about my own personalized anxiety or that which I feel for my sister
who has faced her own hard times. In both cases, I knew that they would not be
easy to write because my experience with anxiety has not always had many
defining moments. In fact, I often find myself grappling with a lack of justification
for the anxiousness that I am feeling.
For this piece, I decided to pick a
concrete example from my own life and relate it to my childhood relation with
my grandfather. Whenever I think of anxiety, I automatically think of him
because he was the most nervous person I ever knew. I am hoping that the
transition between these two experiences flows naturally and it is not alienating
to the reader. Since this is one of the first times that I have ever written a
piece of this nature, I am interested to get everyone’s feedback on my strong
points and my weak points. I look forward to reading everyone’s work and to a
good first workshop.
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