I want you to picture a moment. It's midnight on Jan. 26, 2008, and I wake up with a panic attack. Never, ever happened to me in my life before. Some of you may have experienced a panic attack and know what that feels like: Am I going to die? I can't breathe. I turn to my wife, wake her up and say, "I think I'm having a heart attack." I get out of bed, walk around the room, eventually calm down, and then get back into bed, absolutely perplexed and confused as to what has happened to me.
"I wake up at 2:30 every morning and ruminate over the same issue for hours and hours and hours."