I remember my first panic attack as if it happened yesterday. In truth, it happened 38 years ago, when I was 20 and expecting my eldest.
I ’m standing in a New York City subway station waiting for the train. Suddenly the walls of the station start to close in on me.
Like a giant boa constrictor the walls wrap themselves around my body squeezing the breath out of me. My heart catapults against my throat. Wham wham wham. The people standing on the platform start to swim before my eyes. The boa constrictor tightens its grip. I can’t breathe! In another moment I’ll faint. Help! Get me out of here!
I bolt from the subway platform fly through a turnstile and gallop up a flight of steps. Fresh air! I am free!
I remember my first-ever panic attack as if it happened yesterday. In truth it happened 38 years ago when I was 20 and expecting my eldest daughter. It was the last time in two decades that I would set foot into a subway station.
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