I remember my first panic attack so vividly. Considering it was only six months ago, that might not sound so significant, but the entire feeling has stuck with me since.
It was a regular day, busy, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was walking to the train after class when my boyfriend called asking me to pick up something for dinner. Like a lot of couples, we wasted a five-minute phone call debating what we would eat.
Shortly after hanging up, my heart started pounding. I began gasping for breath – every noise on the street suddenly ringing out in my ears. Sweat began pouring from every pore like a running faucet.
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The tunnel I had nonchalantly walked through every day to the subway now appeared daunting. Terrifying, even.
I slammed my back against a brick wall and tried to slow myself down. Time became slowed, while my heart raced frantically.
I have no idea how long I stood there for.