The Course of A Year
One year ago today I had one of the scariest panic attacks-no, the scariest panic attack-I have ever had. My arms and legs went almost completely numb, my pulse and blood pressure skyrocketed, I was throwing up, and for the first time the fear for my life was all encompassing. Not just a passing thought, not just something I could tell myself was silly, but legitimate fear that my heart would stop or explode before it could. Five hours away from home and family, Cheryl took me to the ER. The first time I’d been for my panic attacks. Looking back, I should have been mortified, but the fact that I was terrified overruled all other emotion. I knew what was wrong, I knew that I was having a panic attack, but the physical symptoms that had overtaken me were more than I could handle. This picture was taken maybe an hour and a half later, as we were waiting for the medicine they gave me to kick in, and Cheryl was texting my dad to assure him that I was okay. In all honesty, I was sure that it