Starting my second semester, my boyfriend and I went to the cafeteria for breakfast. I began to have what I call the first panic attack of my adult life.
This panic attack changed the course of my entire second semester. After feeling dizzy, shaky, and like I had “nowhere to run,” I never went to the cafeteria again.
This was the worst mistake I could have made, but at the time I was terrified to tell anyone.Read more