She gasped for air, looking around, trying to shout for help, she knew that the attack was ephemeral, nevertheless it was taking the life out of her. Everyone failed to understand her, and her anxiety attacks. It crumpled her insides, she could never understand why she got them, she failed to understand why no one understood this misery of hers. The room was spinning before her very eyes, she felt sick to the stomach, she just wanted someone to hold her when she felt like she was dying. But she had no one. No one could understand how it felt when you couldn’t breathe good, or when you wanted to cry without any reason. No one could understand that no matter how hard she tried, anxiety always had a way of coming back to her. No one could understand how it felt, when you feel like you’re drowning in your very own miserable self.