Drawing on the Dark Side of the BrainChapter 19 Test Drive
I half expected Eva to be waiting outside the door for me again, but it was Mary that stopped me. “Thank you.” “Any time,” I said. “You’ve dealt with panic attacks before. I could tell.” “Like I said, you’re not alone. My mother was susceptible, though not as much since I hit high school. I have a lot of friends, though, who picked up the slack. People are all different. I try to be calm.” “Girls must love you.” I chuckled. Oh, if she only knew. “It’s not just girls who have anxiety,”...