There I was, stopped at the intersection outside my office's parking lot. I had been at this very spot hundreds of times before, but this time, my body shut down. I couldn't breathe, my heart raced, the walls of the car were closing in on me, and I couldn't move a muscle. I truly, honestly felt that I might die.
After a minute (that felt more like an hour), I finally managed to pull the car over. Panting for air, soaked with sweat and tears, I called my husband and cried for help.