What it’s like to have a panic attack: I’m sitting on the bus, with my soccer team getting ready to go to the game. I’m mentally preparing myself because I think I am gonna play. I have my headphones in on full blast focusing on my thoughts. My coach is standing in the front of the bus giving his normal speech. This time though, the speech is going on for a long time and my teammates seem nervous. I pull out my earbud. He explains that he might take the one thing you have truly found love for. My soccer career is in jeopardy. My eyes are getting blurry, maybe is it because of my contacts? Is the heater running, because I can’t breathe. My heart is going fucking crazy, did I run half a marathon? My chest is getting stabbed at, but someone is also taking a straw and pulling the air out of my lungs. Breathe. Breathe, Breathe, Breathe. I am controlling my breath. Don’t shut down. Ok. Text someone. First notification. “Hey, I’m freaking out”. “Are you okay, how are you feeling?”. *Enter anxious ranting* -left on read My head is pounding. Why didn’t he respond? Did I say too much? I need to talk to my teammates. Oh my god, I have to tell my parents. My head, my god. Do I need water? My heart rate is going up again. They are going to be so disappointed in me. I am now the disappointment in my family. My head is so fuzzy it feels like I haven’t slept in days. *Teammate taps your shoulder* “Are you ok?” “Yea, I'm fine”.