It was an early morning—swim team was supposed to start. Rushing around getting three kids out the door, a rush took over me. It was a heat that started at my head and moved down into my body. I couldn't breathe. I felt nauseated. I closed myself in the bathroom, not knowing what was happening to me. My heart was beating too fast, then not beating at all. It felt as if flames were engulfing my still body.
My daughter called my husband to help. He took me to the ER. My blood pressure was dangerously high. My heart's rhythm was uneven and confused. I felt like a hundred-pound blanket was suffocating me.
Three hours later, I was released with instructions to go to a cardiologist—more tests, more doctors, and what felt like gallons of blood sucked from my veins. Then came more diagnoses, another ER visit. There was a week when I couldn't get out of bed. And through all this, no answers that made a difference.
In the end, it was I who told me the truth. I finally sat still and listened to myself. I finally let myself express the truth that had been lurking for years. It had finally caught up with me. I was suffering from intense anxiety.
I stopped seeing doctors. I read articles and books. I changed my diet. I reassessed my life.
I knew I couldn't continue like this. Something had to change. There are countless varieties and experiences of anxiety. Some people have lived with anxiety since childhood; others experience it first as adults.
On my personal journey, I learned that anxiety has a root. If that root is discovered, anxiety can be controlled—and possibly healed.
Discovering the root of my anxiety happened after I went through this four-step process: