Panic Attack Moment

I literally had to stop writing a few minutes ago. I started having horrible flashbacks and — I think — a panic attack.

That was odd. I’ve never had one before.

Recap: 11 years ago my older brother Shawn committed suicide. I was 23 at the time and he was pretty much the only sibling I had as a role model. No, he wasn’t my only sibling. Hell, he was “only” a foster brother. But Shawn was my life support when I was waterski racing, my observer, the guy who told the driver (my dad) to slow the hel...