A Little Thing Called Stress
Nothing Ever Stays The Same
Nothing Ever Stays The Same
Some days I feel like giving up.
Some days I feel like losing trust.
I hold onto fear instead of faith.
There’s a different path I need to take.
Its not over yet, my life has just begun.
That feeling when you’ve lost, but in your heart you won.
A river runs through my heart.
I have someone who will dive in it.
No regrets, just lessons learned.
I’ve lived to see the day.
Where I can spend my life happy.
And not have to put it on delay
Nothing ever stays the same,
And there’s no one you need to blame.
Letting go of all your worries,
You’ll open a new revolution.
Trust yourself and all your instincts.
It is the ultimate solution.
In life, nothing ever stays the same. These lyrics entitle change someone didn’t just wake up writing these lyrics. They had to have an imprint left on their life in order to come up with songwriting material. The first two lines of the first verse really capture the individual’s frustration.
In life No one is perfect. We are constantly learning, and growing. We are a work in progress. This is a life lesson that I learned the hard way. In life, nothing is easy. We have to go through pain in order to sustain pleasure. We must learn from our mistakes. In order to succeed, we must first fail. Mistakes are a part of life. Life is a journey of knowing what to do better the next time you encounter a situation with a new experience.
Hi I’m Daniela. This is the story of how anxiety affected a close friend of mine, but didn’t define her. For all those wondering what anxiety is. It is a state of feeling fear, nervousness and concern about an event. Usually something that affects your life in a dark manner. It is like a negative spirit of force that enters your body and mind and it controls it. But of course you can only really know what it’s like unless you have it. But if you have a friend that’s experiencing anxiety help them. Anxiety affects approximately 40 million adults between the ages of 18 to 54. According to Jodi Picoult. Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far. For those suffering with anxiety you know exactly what that feels like.
It’s that time of the year exam season in university. Monica’s in her fifth year at the University of British Columbia and she’s approaching graduation season. She should be ecstatic, but for some reason she has this constant fear. Right now what she fears most is that she won’t graduate. She’s feeling overwhelmed with these final papers due that are worth a large portion of her final grade.
She keeps over thinking things. That she’s going to fail one of her classes and that she won’t graduate and that she’ll have to take another semester.
Monica would rant and rant and rant about this to me all the time.
“I can’t let that happen. All my friends are graduating this year, what will they think of me when they don’t see me at graduation.”
“Monica, you have to stop taking life so seriously.”
“What the heck does that mean.” Said Monica.
“That you have to relax. Life works in mysterious ways. It has a way of working itself out.”
Even though she nodded her head in agreement I knew she was still worrying about it, because Peter, Monica’s Boyfriend told me the next day that she was still talking about it. It was driving me insane. I know school is important but not to the point where it’s driving you insane.
She said this one particular paper she has been working on had been driving her absolutely insane. She had been editing and reediting and trying to perfect this paper for the past month and she still didn’t think it was good. She hasn’t slept in days and hasn’t really been feeling herself. I’m really worried about her and I know Peter is too.
“Peter, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know if this paper is going to be good. I don’t know if this is what the professor is looking for. I might as well face it. I’m not going to graduate this year.” Said Monica.
“Monica! You’re putting way too much pressure on yourself. You’ll do fine relax!”
Monica wanted to relax but she just couldn’t stop obsessing over school. It’s what was constantly on her mind twenty four-seven and the reason why she couldn’t get any sleep.
Monica’s parents were on her back with what she was going to do as a career. As if she didn’t have enough on her plate already. As you can tell Monica tells me everything. I’m glad she shares with me. With anxiety it is important that you talk, talking is important. It is good to get out your emotions. Monica told me it was more her dad than her mom. She was getting really stressed out and her mom noticed this.
“MOM I HAVE NO IDEA!!! That’s the last thing on my mind right now. I’m so stressed over these exams and assignments; can I please just worry about them first? Tell dad to get off my back please”
She then talked to her dad to get him off her back and that bought her some time but not that much.
Once Monica finally got that paper done, you think that would have relieved the stress a bit. But no the stress seemed to linger on. She then started stressing over this final English exam. Because of the lack of sleep she just couldn’t seem to grasp the information as well as she wanted to. She just kept she was going to fail the exam. Maybe she was over studying.
The day of the exam she just kept cringing worrying about this exam. She just wanted it over and done with. Monica’s mom kept telling her.
“Monica, just do your best, please you’re going to make yourself sick. You can do this!”
When Monica entered that exam, her palms were sweaty. Whatever she was writing just didn’t seem to make sense. She didn’t feel like it was very strong. But at this point she just didn’t care and wanted to get this exam over with. She was starting to panic towards the end of the exam. When she finished she just felt like she definitely failed. At the end of the day she just wanted to pass the course. She kept trying to calculate what se possibly could have gotten so that she just passed the course. She knew it would drive her completely insane until she knew that my final grade was. So of course the worrying continued.