By Charli Penn
May 7, 2020
I’ve always been a positive, chill, and happy person. Too bad that didn’t stop anxiety from sneaking up on me and wreaking havoc on my 30s. Eight years ago, I had my first panic attack seemingly out of nowhere while on a road trip with my husband.
While we were happily singing along to ‘90s jams, I abruptly stopped mid-song because something was really off. My chest felt tight and heavy, my heart was racing, and my palms were cold and sweaty. I was so dizzy I thought I was going to pass out. Then fear took over. “Take me to the nearest hospital, I think I’m having a heart attack,” I said, frantic. Read More
Source: Essence Magazine
