I remember it like it was yesterday and it’s been 16 years since then.

I was a young mother who was supposed to enjoy the benefits of motherhood ... finally, after two daughters we had a son. No one was happier than us. A summer, sunny morning made us go shopping with the kids.

We went to a big shopping center. The daughters clung to Dad, and I drove my son in a stroller. I was starting to feel kind of weak, but I thought it was from the heat.I told my husband that I would wait for them outside in the air and in the shade. My son slept peacefully.

I finally went outside and took shelter in the shade. But I was getting worse. I sat down, and the carousel in my head was just getting bigger and faster.I thought I was going to die and my son was alone. I called a man and asked him to go to the info desk and tell the saleswoman to call my husband. Time passed and he did not come. I asked the other person again to call my husband.

Oh God, what's happening to me? Please God I don't die, what will my children do without me. It seemed like an eternity when my husband finally came. He didn't understand at all what condition I was in, and it wasn't clear to me either.I don't remember how we got home. All I know is that I was sure I was dying.

My husband calls an ambulance, they come very quickly. They examine me in detail, examine me, measure my blood pressure, heart rate ... everything is fine, and I am still dying. They give me an injection and leave with instructions to see my doctor.

Hell is going on for me and my husband. My husband has to go to work, and I can't be left alone. As soon as he leaves, the carousel repeats itself in my head.The doctor thinks it's because of anemia because I've been anemic all my life. But that madness doesn't stop, I can't go anywhere alone anymore, I can't even stay alone with the children. The doctor quickly gave up looking for the cause of my condition and referred me to a psychiatrist.

What am I going to do with a psychiatrist ??? I'm not crazy, I refuse it. After a few months, I decide to visit a psychiatrist.He gives me some pills and tells me to come again after a month.It's been almost a year since my first panic attack. The situation was a little better, but not nearly as good as it used to be.

We are moving to another city, I changed the doctor. She invested all her knowledge to understand the cause of my condition. When she no longer knew what to do, she referred me to the hospital. It took two weeks, but it paid off. They finally found the cause.

Thyroid ..... that little tiny butterfly-shaped gland I didn't know much about.

I went to a specialist who dealt with thyroid disease. After a month of taking the pills, the condition began to improve. I had hyperthyroidism, from which I recovered. But the panic attacks remained. Over time, they decreased and are not so strong, sometimes I don't have them for months.

I fight with all my might, only sometimes it's impossible to resist that carousel. It overwhelms me all over, but now I know I'm not going to die.

A message to all women but also to men even though they are in the minority ... don't give up until you find the cause, fight because life is only one.