Anxiety? Oh No, Not Me
I was convinced I was dying. As a matter of fact, there was no way you could convince me otherwise. Oddly I accepted my fate and whispered to my husband “call 911, I’m dying”. I was sweating profusely, I could feel my heartbeat in my neck and my pulse echoed in my ears. I couldn’t breathe, my face felt weird, my hands were numb, and I was shaking like a leaf. EMS arrived and tried with all their might to convince me I wasn’t dying, but I was convinced they just wanted me to die peacefully without a fight. After some deep breathing and close monitoring I realized I wasn’t dying and was told I had an anxiety attack.


A few months ago a very good friend of mine said to me, “the majority of your frustrations are due to your unrealistic expectations.” I didn’t know how to feel about her statement. There I sat venting to her about the frustrations of my life, waiting for her to co-sign on my misery, and that’s what she gave me. I have to admit that it stung a little, but I slowly began to realize it was the truth.