Life With Panic

I began having panic attacks in 1991, two weeks after the death of my mother.  At the time I didn't know it was a panic attack, I thought I was dying with a heart attack.  It took 3 years and 7 doctors to finally get a correct diagnosis.

It's been a long and stressful road since then but I'm still hanging on, 16 years and 2 months later.  Some days are better than others; some weeks better than others....even some years better than others.  But I will NOT let this get the best of me.
SerenityFound SerenityFound
41-45, F
Jul 23, 2007