Living with anxiety

3 words –> I have anxiety.

Seriously, though who doesn’t? The first time I had an anxiety attack, I was in grade 12, thinking about going to university and wondering how I was going to afford it. I stopped breathing, and legitimately thought I was dying. My chest burned and I couldn’t move. For about a week I had constant anxiety/panic attacks and could not figure out what was wrong with me.

My mom took me to a series of tests and I got blood work taken along with an endoscopy and an ECG scan. Doctors concluded that I wasn’t dying and prescribed me a puffer to help with breathing. This puffer was a life saver. I loved how it felt and I became addicted to it. (LOL who gets addicted to puffers?- I am so hard-core.) Needless to say, my prescription didn’t get renewed.

At the time, I didn’t know I was having panic attacks. I didn’t really process or analyze anything or reflect on what was happening around me. Eventually, the attacks just went away. Over the years, I had smaller attacks and eventually learned that the symptoms I had were because of stress and anxiety.


In more recent years, I am comforted by knowing that anxiety among young people is at an 80-year high.

Why are we so anxious? 

The New York Post offers these explanations:

  1. Millennials have an overwhelming amount of options
  2. Millennials are the first generation raised with Internet
  3. Millennials are the first generation to experience “helicopter” parenting
  4. Millennials are constantly exposed to social media
  5. Millennials are faced with a shit economy

We are also faced with low paying jobs, high student debt, and precarious employment.

Panic attacks suck. But I am getting better at noticing a build up of symptoms. I check in with myself and know when I need to take a break. I know what makes me happy and I try to do those things. I try to give myself a break when I fuck up. I try to not be too hard on myself, and I try to remember that the world is not ending. For anyone having a hard time, keep your head up. This too shall pass. xo



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