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I'm 24 years old, and honestly, I’ve spent my whole life under constant stress and anxiety. But I always handled it fine—or so I thought. I never really stopped to think about myself because I was too busy trying to take care of everyone else. Between looking after my sick mom and dealing with a husband who just doesn't step up, I completely neglected my own needs. Then, out of nowhere one night, it felt like I was actually dying. It was terrifying. Everything just went black, I felt like I couldn't breathe, my legs felt heavy like rubber, and it was like I was just fading away. I rushed to the ER, but they told me everything looked fine and basically said, "Go home and drink some chamomile tea." Since then, I've been obsessed with finding out what happened. That night, they suggested it might have been a panic attack. On top of that, I found out I have WPW syndrome in my heart. They told me it isn't serious, but hearing that sent me into a tailspin. Now, I can't stop crying. I'm terrified of dying. I barely leave the house because I'm constantly hyper-focused on every little sensation in my body. Now my heart even skips beats sometimes, which just fuels the fire of my anxiety. It feels like everything is hitting me at once. My therapist prescribed some valium to take as needed, but now I'm struggling with these intense dizzy spells. I'm genuinely scared. Could all of this be caused by psychological distress and grief, or is there something physically wrong with my heart? Nothing brings me joy anymore. I feel lost. I feel like I've wasted so much time neglecting myself, and now that I finally want to get my life together and rediscover who I am, I feel like I just can't do it.