For a long time, I lived trapped in panic attacks. My chest would close, my heart would race, and I felt like I was going to die. It happened at work, on the bus, even in the shower. The hardest part wasn’t the physical pain—it was the voice inside telling me I couldn’t handle life. I felt small, misunderstood, and hopeless.

The breaking point came when I touched the deepest bottom. That moment hurt, but it also became the start of change—because once you’re there, the only way is up.

A teacher’s words, my friend Pilar’s advice, and Adam’s perspective opened my eyes. I learned that not everything is personal, that what triggers us shows what we need to heal, and that we’re never truly alone.

Now I listen to my body, I take care of my mind, and I trust that inner force that guides me. I still have heavy days, but I know I have the tools to move through them. I don’t need to crash again to remember: life can be lighter, if I keep showing up for myself.

-Camila