 The first time I had a panic attack I was sitting in my friend 's house , and I thought the house was burning down . I called my mom and she brought me home , and for the next three years it just would not stop . I would go to the nurse at lunch most days and just wring my hands . I would ask my mom to tell me exactly how the day was going to be , then ask again 30 seconds later . I just needed to know that no one was going to die and nothing was going to change . 
