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A white mist swirls in front of me blocking my vision, when suddenly the atmosphere around me changes. I’ve started feeling feverish and I know what is about to come. I collapse on the ground with a thud, my breath hitched and tears streaming down my cheek, another anxiety attack.
I was 16 when it first struck me. A guy who stalked me from my school, called me on my phone. I didn’t know how he got my number but I really wasn’t the type to go on and talk to boys especially when it is someone whom you don’t like, whom you fear. So I stated politely not to call on this number again and cut the line. The next day, I was welcomed by a series of catcalls, it was that boy again. When I went home, he called me, and threatened me that if I won’t talk to him he’ll spread some nasty rumors in the school. I ignored him but was still scared. The next few days there was a constant stream of blank calls, in school everyone started to look at me with hatred and suspicion in their eyes, teachers too. A couple of days later, they called my parents and told them all the rumors which they thought were true, I was thrown away from the school. We had to move to another city.
My family knew that those were all rumors and they supported me, but I couldn’t bring myself out of it, and that’s when the anxiety attacks started to happen. I was suffering from depression for a whole six months, during which the attacks were so frequent that my parents wouldn’t leave me alone even for a little while.
I’ve somehow came out of it, with the support of my family and friends. But even now when I remember that incident... well I suppose the attacks aren’t all that frequent now.