This is Jennifer and this is Her Story .
Hi there , I am a 35 y/o African American female, mother of 1 boy and 1 boy on the way and I am also in a committed relationship. Im a manager at one of the largest banks in America. In 1997 my mother was 44 y/o who died of a massive heart attack, unbeknownst to us that she even had heart problems. I started and finished high school without my mother being present to cheer me on from the sideline. But nonetheless I went on to graduate high school, obtained an Associates Degree in Software Application, had some awesome jobs, good/bad relationships, just living life so I thought. In 2015 I had several visits to the ER with chest pains and every time I was told I pulled a muscle. Me knowing I did nothing to warrant a pulled muscle I just went on about my life. Until 2017 I was at work and I had the most horrible pain take over my body, it was like my body went into a shock. After being told I pulled another muscle, I said to myself I’m going to listen to my body and seek further medical help. I Went to my primary doctor who told me that she thinks I had a anxiety attack. Me being me I looked at her like she was crazy and thought she don’t know what she is talking about. She prescribed me some medicine and said she would like for me to see a therapist or psychiatrist. So I started my journey with the medicine and seeing a therapist on a regular basis. I was out of work for months until I got my anxiety under control some. I also learned that not only did I suffer from anxiety, but I was also depressed. Who would’ve thought? Surely not I. I thought staying home in the bed, not eating as much was just me chilling at home. Not so much. Most people look at me from the outside and I look like I have it all together, own house, own car, a man that treats me like a queen. But people don’t see the hurt, the pain, the uncertainty, and confusion. It’s still an uphill battle dealing with anxiety and depression but I no longer let it consume me.That’s #herstory so what yours?