 "Thank you for being a part of her life, but she will only be with us through the night."
I sincerely hope that no one else will ever have to hear those words about someone they love. On June 12, 2016, one of my best friends died after being in a car accident; she was 22. I have repeated these words to myself and in explanation to others over and over so many times that the words don’t feel any more like I am reciting some line from a play that can’t be the truth. I wish every time I am reminded of it that it wasn’t true.
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 It was in my dorm room at Queen’s that I experienced my first panic attacks. We are talking hyperventilating; vomiting, sobbing, dizzying panic attacks. Bad winter weather, which previously just made me more cautious, was suddenly keeping me up all night in worry. I didn’t recognize myself anymore – I had never felt so uneasy or unhappy. I even spent one night repeatedly punching my arm until it was black and blue in an attempt to stay home after Christmas break. By the end of the year, I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) – something I would see several professionals about over the following years.
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Katie McLean holds a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, and bases her anxiety aid in personal experience, as well as techniques that have been passed on to her by counsellors, friends, and fellow anxiety sufferers. CategoriesArchives
October 2018
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