And breathe…
my final year at university, I went for a job interview and was told I’d got the role before I left. My grades were excellent, I had an amazing boyfriend (now my husband) and a great group of friends. I made my way to the bus stop basking in a sky rinsed clear by the summer sun. And then I couldn’t breathe. Panic snatched the air from my lungs and I existed only as feelings: in the heartbeat knocking out a syncopated rhythm in my throat, in the aching tightness in my jaw and in my chest. I felt like I was drowning on dry land. It lasted no more than a minute. I was tired, I reasoned with myself. Dehydrated. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just
