The Day I Traded Peace for Panic, and How I Got it Back
My heart was racing. I couldn’t catch my breath. What was happening? Was I having a heart attack? I’m in my thirties, and I’m a runner — certainly my heart is fine. But why can’t I breathe?
I took my phone into the closet and frantically searched Google for the signs of a heart attack. What I found made me feel better and worse all at the same time.
Thankfully, I was not having a heart attack! Unfortunately, I was having a panic attack. I had never experienced this before. I laid on the floor and focused on breathing in deep, trying to get this horrible feeling to pass.
Life was so out of control. We had just made our second big move in three years. Starting over again. New friends. New jobs. New places. I was just beginning to feel settled in our last town, and now I needed to start all over.
It might not have been so bad if we had been able to just move and not look back, but our house wasn’t selling. Every week we had to make the hour and a half drive each way to mow the lawn and check on the house. It’s hard to commit to a new city when you have to spend your free time driving back to the old one.
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