So yesterday morning I ended up at the ER scared outta my mind, short of breath, shaking, light headed, heart quickly beating…I didn’t know what was going on. I just know I didn’t wanna die.
Turns out it was a panic attack. They gave me some medicine to calm me down and it helped.
What triggered it? I’m not sure I could tell you. I went to bed normally, and next thing I know, before I could even fall asleep, I was having a panic attack that lasted over an hour. No bueno.
I was at the ER two hours before I was finally feeling better and went home. I went and slept for hours and had never been more grateful for sleep.
I’ve been reminded on a regular basis how fragile life is and it scares me sometimes. But life must go on.
My husband has been GREAT. He has been my rock, he didn’t fully know what he was getting into when he married me. He reassures me all the time and encourages me to not worry as much, to live life and enjoy my family.
My family is concerned and rightfully so. But I want them to know, I’m good. I’ll be better!
I turn 26 in a few days and I’m EXTREMELY grateful to see another year of life! I’m looking forward to celebrating another year of marriage with my husband in July and starting a family. Life is good and I don’t take it for granted at all. I’m truly blessed & fortunate.