The Bridge: Panic Led To Freedom

Welcome to my world! It's time to see how my journey with panic attacks led me on a lifelong pursuit of physical, mental, and spiritual health.

Whatever brought you here—whether curiosity about overcoming panic attacks, a friend’s recommendation, or a late-night Google search—I’m truly glad you found your way.

In this space, I’ll be sharing my personal journey to wholeness and freedom from anxiety, stress, and overwhelm, along with the lessons God has been teaching me since writing my new book, I Kicked Panic Attacks to the Curb. My hope is that you’ll find encouragement, practical tools, and maybe even a little joy for your own journey.

Rather than just telling you about my story, I’d love to let you step into it for a moment through this excerpt from my book:

The San Francisco Bay Bridge

"The morning started like any other. I drove to my job and rushed through what was on the schedule for the morning. In addition to the sale coming up, we were also preparing the store in anticipation of Estee Lauder’s son visiting. If he was as impressed with our store as we’d hoped, they would place their products in all of our stores and hire counter managers and salespeople.

Everyone was on edge. Everything had to be pristine so that we could impress him and land the Lauder line.

I’d planned my day to get away from the store for lunch and drive from Oakland to San Francisco to join my old bosses, Jon & Ronnie, for lunch. I jumped into my little 1974 green Toyota Corolla and started out.

The Bridge Seemed To Get Narrower

 As I approached the Bay Bridge, something strange began to happen. Suddenly, the bridge seemed to get narrower, my vision blurred, and heat began creeping into my face. I became aware of a rise in my heart rate to the point that mild concern set in.

Continuing across the bridge, it seemed like each section intensified the unusual sensations. Thump, thump, thump, in rhythm with my heart, as my four tires crossed the sections. I had an immediate feeling of panic and wanted to pull off to the side, but you can’t do that on the bridge. I felt terrified!

What the heck is happening to me? I was more than mildly concerned at this point. I began to panic and told myself over and over, You’ll be fine. Just make it to the restaurant.

My Heart Was Pounding In My Chest

When I reached the parking garage and looked in the mirror of my car, the face staring back at me was not the calm, confident face I'd applied makeup to earlier that day. My eyes were bloodshot; there was a flush down my neck and across the bridge of my nose and upper cheeks. My heart was pounding in my chest by then, and my breathing was shallow, leaving me feeling light-headed. I thought,

This is crazy! What in the world was that?"

What's Your Journey Look Like?

Okay, I’ve cracked open my heart. Are you ready to crack open yours? Not quite yet? That’s okay. I’m here now, and I’ll be here later whenever you’re ready.

I’d love to hear your story, thoughts, or questions—leave a comment below and let’s start the conversation. And if you’re curious about how I work with clients, click the button below to schedule a free, no-pressure session. Together, we can explore the next steps on your journey to peace, freedom, and wholeness.

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