Over the summer, my oldest was diagnosed with panic attacks. While I have battled anxiety throughout my life, it is a whole new kind of hurt to see your child dissolving into a little ball of rapid breathing, tears and hands over her ears.
Sometimes, we do really well for a while. Then something small will trigger her. One day a few weeks ago, it was the sound of an ambulance blasting by us.
After she was calm, she confessed she struggles with that sound because it reminds her of the day the ambulances came to our house.Read more on themighty.com