Anxiety and what it meant for me

Let me start off by saying that I didn't know I had a panic disorder,  I just thought I was a bitch and that's the way it was always going to be for me. I grew up knowing that I wasn't liked. It wasn't until I was in my mid 20's that I had my first panic attack. I thought I was dying. It hurt so bad!  My chest was tight, I couldn't breathe, I was shaking uncontrollably, and the sweat was pouring off me. I thought I was dying.....I was in the hospital thank god, and they hooked me up to an EKG machine and watched my heart beat.  It was normal.  I was in the hospital because I broke my leg, my boss had just came in and told me that she was going to have to let me go because they couldn't afford to pay my insurance if I wasn't going to be at work.  When she left I had my first, of many, panic attacks.   This is what I was now dealing with on a weekly basis...my then doctor said that it would most likely go away and that these are brought on by moments of pa