Until last Sunday afternoon, I hadn’t driven on a freeway in six years. Now, if I lived in rural Iowa, this wouldn’t be a big deal, or very surprising. But I happen to be a Southern California resident and around these parts our freeways are not unlike the veins in our bodies; we rely…
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The thing with panic attacks, is that they can strike at any time, anywhere. They can suck the life out of any party. Turn a shopping excursion to Target into a white knuckle affair. They can make the most social butterfly (me) retreat into her dark, lonely cocoon where she (me) watches as others (you)…