Anxiety + Panic Attack = Therapy

Recently I had a panic attack at my Global Sales Meeting. Not embarrassing AT ALL. I basically freaked out. I couldn't breathe or talk, I was crying uncontrollably, shaking, and, oh, I couldn't walk. This happened all in front of my whole company. It was awful! I would try to laugh it off, and it ended up turning into that cry laugh. It was definitely a "WTF, is this really happening right now, why me??" moment.

I have terrible anxiety, and I've had it ever since I can remember. I just thought I was weird as hell, and my mom would tell me my heart was racing. You can imagine how confused I was as a child shaking and crying like a freak telling people, "It's ok my heart's just racing,"and grown-ups were trying to send me to the hospital.


The older I got, the more frequent I would have attacks. Of course I always thought it was my heart just racing. My friends started telling me I was thinking about stuff too much. So when I would be crying, shaking, and feeling the sensation to vomit my diagnosis was my was heart racing and I was thinking too much. I was such a cool kid. I had a bowl cut with a perm on top, glasses, criss crossed teeth, and, occasionally, I would freak out like a lunatic scaring all grown-ups and friends. It was like icing on the damn cake. High school got better, but I think it was mostly because I developed boobs. Also, all high school girls are crazy.


I never had that many attacks in college except when I would get a boyfriend. After a while of dating, it was like I couldn't stand to be around them anymore. The thought of them touching me made me nauseated and I would start shaking. Really?? Heart racing and thinking too much my ass! Couldn't I just not like them anymore? It's like I became allergic to my boyfriends after we dated for a certain period of time. My friends in college didn't even try to diagnose me. They just told me how annoying they thought my boyfriends were, and they didn't like them. They did this after every boyfriend, mind you.


I started taking crazy pills during my parents divorce, and I LOVE them. I found out I had anxiety, and, of course, mine came with panic attacks. People, especially my sister, would tell me I need to go to a psychiatrist or a therapist. I would always think that I was completely normal, despite what Anal Adam says, so why would I need to go to a therapist. Plus, I have meds!


After the recent panic attack incident in front of hundreds of people hundreds of miles away, I decided to see a therapist. I absolutely love it! All I do is talk about myself, and he listens the entire 50 minutes. He's my new best friend! I saw a friend of mine the other day, and I whispered to her that I just got through seeing my therapist. She said, "I saw mine yesterday. I mean we're 30!" She's right! Every woman should be seeing a therapist. Women do so much, yet so often we don't take the time to take care of ourselves. We should still do all our many tasks only we can do, but, after we're done, we should go see our therapist at 8, get a facial at 9, massage at 11, and get our hair done at 1 for a girls night out until we decide we want to come home. This should help both men and women come up with stuff for their Christmas gifts and lists!!!