When I was in high school, I used to have what I would call “stress attacks.” My heart would skip beats and begin to race and I would have chest pain. It happened frequently- on the ice, walking around my home, and sometimes while driving. At 16 years old my mom took me to the cardiologist, and he noted I was one of his youngest patients. Stress tests, heart monitors, and EKGs showed nothing, and I was told it was stress related. Eventually my career as a national level figure skater ended, as did the majority of my stress attacks.

Now, my anxiety has returned yet it’s not the same. My body feels foreign to me; my legs and arms are heavy, my hands and feet are cold, there’s a weight on my chest, and my vision feels extra HD. I feel so much and so little at the same time. At the blink of an eye I can feel a wave of pain and heaviness pass over me, and then a moment later I feel light again. Through this entire unknown, my brain is quiet. It’s like all of my thoughts are swallowed up and pushed down into my frame and I carry it as weight. I carry it on to the ice, into my car, and up the hills of Manayunk.

There is no moral to this post; there is no pretty ending. Today I just want to share where I am. I want to reach out to anyone else who has anxiety and tell them that I understand. I’m here with you in this period of instability. I feel for you, and I feel with you too.

The only way out is through.

WTF can I do to feel better again?