When I Learned to Question My Thoughts Without Losing My Voice

There was a time in my life when I couldn't find my shoe, and the world fell apart.

I was a teenager, getting ready for school. Something as ordinary as a missing shoe became the breaking point for emotions I didn't know how to understand, much less control.

I was crying uncontrollably. Hyperventilating. Having a full panic attack over something that, from the outside, probably seemed insignificant.

But it wasn't really about the shoe.

I was going…