It started after my mom passed away. I was the oldest and I was 21 at the time. I have 2 younger brothers so I wanted to be strong for them.
I never cried in front of them and I never shared my sadness. It just kept on growing and after a year I had my first panic attack.
Panic attacks are the worst. They just happen out of nowhere.
I remember it like yesterday. It was my daughter’s second birthday. We were going out to celebrate and while we were driving I suddenly felt like all noises have drowned.
My heart started beating faster. I couldn’t breathe. My palms started sweating. I started going into panic mode.
I told My husband and instead of going to the venue we went to the hospital. They checked everything and said it JUST ANXIETY.
I came back but it kept on happening for a couple of months. I stopped going out. I didn’t go anywhere for almost 4 months. Then I decided I need to see a therapist.
Story shared by Hajra Waheed