I was dying.
At least, it felt like it. It was a normal day. One moment I was just fine and then suddenly, I wasn’t. I remember feeling completely out of control. My chest was tight, my heart was beating furiously, my breathing was really labored, and my brain was struggling to figure out what in the hell was going on. My boss noticed that something was not right and walked over to check on me. I remember telling him that I wasn’t sure, but I needed to leave. Not only did he agree, he put me in his truck and drove me home. When I got home, I immediately went to bed. Though it wasn't a heart attack, this was the first in a series of panic attacks that would plague me for almost three years. I was in the grips of anxiety.Read More