It was a beautiful summer day and we were enjoying a gorgeous walk in the park. The clouds were stunning, the air was fresh, life was amazing. Stacey and I had been chatting about her upcoming nuptials. Suddenly as I looked over at my friend, she was fidgeting with her shirt. She had a look of panic on her face as I asked her what was wrong?
“I can’t catch my breath. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Look at my hand, it’s shaking.”
I found a bench for us to move towards unsure of what was happening with her. “Stacey let’s walk this way if you can?”
“Make it stop. I feel so uneasy. What’s going on with me? I don’t even feel like me.” Stacey looked at me for reassurance.
As I gazed at her I could see beads of sweat forming on her brow. She appeared very uncomfortable in her own skin. And then suddenly it dawned on me. “Sweetie, I think you are having a panic attack.”
“I think I might be having a heart attack, my heart is racing so fast.” Stacey pleaded with me as we moved towards the bench.