All I could hear was hundreds and hundreds of audience screaming and marching band music blaring. Bright lights flashed in my face. Adrenaline rushing through my blood as I tried to catch my breath following my marching band performance just five minutes ago. People were falling out to the left and right of me, but I could not understand what was going on. Next thing that I knew, I collapsed to the ground with no control of my excessively shaking body. I remember lying on a stretcher, confused, and wanting my mom who was all the way in Southfield, Michigan, but I was in Cleveland, Ohio. That was the day I knew Kelly Clarkson was right when she sang, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” This incident not only made me, stronger but changed me for the better.
After that incident, In May of 2013 I was diagnosed with a conversion disorder, which is when someone may show psychological stress in physical ways. I am a worrier. Prior to this incident my mother and I would go from doctor to doctor, specialist to specialist, but no one could find an answer for why I would fall down and shake. Finally, I had an answer, but no cure. Although it was not a medical cure, it was a mental cure to our question. I have since learned to manage stress and put problems in perspective through therapy. It prompted me to change my way of thinking and change my outlook on life.
When obstacles do come my way I now sit back and evaluate the situation. Instead of stress, worry and anxiety, I now focus on optimistic thoughts, deep breathing, and journalism. My crash of 2013 certainly changed my life for the better.