鈥淚t was my sophomore year in college when it began. Sitting in a classroom, riding on a bus, being in a movie theater, eating at a restaurant---all became anxiety triggers. It was a sense of being 鈥渢rapped鈥 in a place that caused me to be so anxious. I would get an overwhelming sense of HAVING to leave the place. I can鈥檛 even begin to describe the terror鈥攍oss of control, heart racing, feeling like I was going to die鈥攖hat would come over me. I felt so alone. People around me didn鈥檛 talk about anxiety. We didn鈥檛 discuss mental health. Fortunately, I was taking a psychology class and learned that there is help available. If I hadn鈥檛 received helped, I would not be where I am today.
Although it may not always seem like it, things will get better. You are not alone. Help is available. Recovery is possible.鈥
--Anonymous
