THE
FEAR
FACTOR
My panic attacks came out of nowhere
and were utterly terrifying
I
t was 6pm, September 2001,
and I was driving our van on an
intercity highway. I was 36 and
heading to dinner at my par-
ents’ house. My husband was
in Bermuda where he’d just landed
a two-year contract and was looking
for an apartment so I can join him. So
it was just me making the half-hour
drive I’d made hundreds of times.
The news on the radio was the
recent September 11 terrorist attacks.
It seemed I couldn’t get away from the
shocking news and images; I hadn’t
been sleeping well. As I approached
a bridge my heart suddenly started
beating rapidly.hen my legs turned
to jelly.You’re going to drive off the
bridge, a voice in my head warned.
Then my arms went numb.You’re
abouttolosecontrolanddie.Iwaster-
riied. My hands gripped the wheel; I
just wanted to make it over the bridge
and to the exit. I did, then I pulled
BY BONNIE MUNDAY
October• 2018 | 71