When Laney Walsh was a young married mother she had panic attacks, shoulder pain and breathlessness. She would look forward to going to bed, but when she got there, she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Laney knew she should feel lucky. She had a husband she loved, three children and a home, but she felt as though a cloud hung over her, engulfing her and sucking every ounce of enjoyment and pleasure from her life.
Laney visited the doctor regularly, but her symptoms went undiagnosed.
She believed she was dying. And she thought she deserved to.
One day, she saw a new doctor and, as she sat…