I first starting feeling anxious when my father passed away in my early twenties. It was overwhelming and in the end it led to panic attacks because I didn’t address it. I’ve always been involved in rugby and I felt people would look down at me for showing what I thought was “weakness”. In the end the attacks were so frequent I couldn’t keep them to myself. It led me to get counselling and I started to control my anxiety. After 10 sessions I thought that was me “cured” as I felt better, so I stopped going. Years had gone by since the counselling and I reverted back to burying the worries and sadness. It took a breakdown at work for me to realise that I needed help again. Dealing with this stuff isn’t something that I can address overnight or in 10 sessions. It’s something that’s now part of my daily routine like brushing my teeth. Submission @quinndog_86Send your submissions to hello@wearehumen.org