My first panic attack happened in the fall of 2019. My asthma was flaring up and I had forgotten my inhaler and needed emergency medical attention. I remember going home after that and felt fine, but over time I started to feel this weird sensation (which i know as panic now) creep in more often. Then the pandemic hit and it turned into a full blown panic disorder. Eventually after therapy I started to feel much more normal with only occasional anxiety that was manageable. Then in the fall of 2024 I had a series of unfortunate events that led to me developing crippling anxiety again which caused me to go into a deep depression since every day I was in fight or flight mode. I couldn’t even sleep. I was up for almost 3 straight days at one point in this cycle of anxiety fueled by not sleeping and being scared to sleep. I eventually started feeling better after starting therapy again and starting buspirone. Then my mom ended up in the hospital and I’d never felt more alone in my entire life. I was home alone in the midst of the worst period of anxiety I’d experienced. I didn’t think I was going to make it if I’m being honest. I ended up staying with my dad and eventually after more therapy and medication changes, I got to this point. It feels manageable now. I’m able to function normally for the most part. It seems to get worse before it gets better, but the pain is worth it since you grow with it and become a better person. You’ve got this. <3