I had a massive attack Sunday and I haven't told my wife. I can't tell her. She doesn't understand and I've already decided that she can't help me.
My chest was tight and there was like a sore feeling. I couldn't regulate my breathing. I couldn't calm down. It felt like the bathroom walls were closing in on me. I just wanted everything to shut off and just stop. At one point I found myself clawing at my chest through my shirt. I was able to make it outside and breathe.
I can't tell my wife. She won't understand. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. I feel crazy. I feel mentally insane. What if I'm making all of this up? What if none of this is real?