Erica

Erica Bluright,” the secretary called through the empty waiting room, where I paced uncontrollably.

My heart raced, my mind jittery with worry. I hadn’t been able to sit still all morning.

She smiled at me. “Dr. Evans is ready to see you.”

I paused and inhaled deeply, walking to Dr. Evans’s office and knocking on the thick wooden door. I had tried everything that Dr. Evans told me to do whenever I had a panic attack, but none of it worked today.

My anxiety was so bad this morning that I had to book a last-minute session with him.

“Come on in, Erica,” he called from inside his office....