I whistle blew. Everything I had feared came true, I got pushed off the ball. My touches were awful. My teammates could not trust me with the ball. I tried to pull myself out of what I hope was a temporary slump. All I could hear was the voice louder than ever. "WHY AREN'T YOU BETTER" it screamed
My legs shut down and I could not bring myself to move. Every thing became blurry. I started hyperventilating. Tears started to stream down my face. My coach pulled me off and took me aside to the trainer who then asked me question to diagnose me. She said I did not eat enough, which I knew couldn't be true. After the game I felt awful. I was at an all time low. "Honey, I think you had a panic attack." My mom said. At that point everything was clear.
I knew something had to change. I began to research panic attacks and the causes. I started reading books on positive mindsets and how to be kind to yourself. I became confident and found a new love for soccer and myself. Although this experience was incredibly hard, and still is, it changed me for the better.