25/02/2026
I remember very vividly the day I drove myself to the emergency room. I couldn’t breathe, nor could I catch the few breaths I had. My heart was racing uncontrollably.
As I drove, I rolled down the windows of my car, not knowing anything about the healing properties of nature. It helped.
I called my sister. That helped too.
Upon arrival, I wondered what was happening. I’d self diagnosed myself into thinking I was experiencing some type of cardiac emergency. After all, it does run in my family.
As a matter of fact, my father was still recovering from a stroke, and I was entrenched in his care.
I get checked in. Tests are run. My heart just won’t stop or slow down.
The doctor comes to me and says “everything looks good.” My response, “are you saying this is all in my head?”
He then asks whether I’ve experienced anything traumatic lately. I promptly respond with a somewhat sarcastic, “how much time do you have?”
He smiles and says you’re okay. You had a panic attack.
I will never forget that moment, as it will always serve as a reminder to rest.
The work is the work. The care for others is just that.
When are you going to care enough about yourself to put yourself first?
Join us for the Rest & Refuel Retreat in April! Let us care for you. Why? Because it’s long overdue.
