My Own Struggle With Panic Attacks

My Own Struggle With Panic Attacks

I remember the night that I finally had to admit there was something wrong. And that something was mental illness. March 1984. It was the night I opened the doors into a big, swanky hotel lounge in Dallas, filled with friends, but mostly strangers, all having a good...
Panic Disorder: My Own Story

Panic Disorder: My Own Story

I remember my first panic attack. On a Sunday morning in my hometown.  My mid-20’s. In the back balcony of our church.  Singing a solo.  As I had done 1000 times before. But this time was different. This time there were things going on in the background of my...