For years, I was convinced I had anxiety. I’d lie awake running through worst-case scenarios about work deadlines, family dynamics, and finances. I’d cancel plans because the mental load felt too heavy. I finally sat across from a therapist who…
It was a Tuesday afternoon in 2019, and I was sitting in my therapist’s office convinced I was dying. My chest was tight, my hands were tingling, and I could not pull in a full breath no matter how hard…
Two years ago I was sitting in my car outside a grocery store, gripping the steering wheel, unable to go inside. My anxiety had quietly escalated from background noise into something that was genuinely shrinking my life. I did not…
I was nineteen the first time a panic attack dropped me to my knees in a grocery store parking lot. I sat on the asphalt, convinced something was catastrophically wrong with my heart, while a stranger asked if I needed…