When I look back at the lead-up to my wedding, I think about how much time I spent worrying about making everything perfect. Connor and I had been engaged for two years, and I had spent that time planning our dream wedding. I became so wrapped up in the stress of it all, worrying about the décor and thinking about the little things I wished looked different or could somehow be better.
But after all the planning, nothing could have prepared me for what our wedding day would actually look like. I arrived at the venue with my bridesmaids for hair and make-up at around 8 a.m. At around noon, I started to feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded.
It didn’t feel like anything major but I just felt off. People guessed that I hadn’t eaten or drunk enough, and that my blood sugar might be low. But by 1 p.m., things took a worrying turn.
My legs stopped working and I couldn’t talk. My vision was also deteriorating and I had such bad vertigo. It was like I was intoxicated but I hadn’t had any alcohol.
Over the next couple of hours, we waited to see if my symptoms would pass on their own. Friends and family also kept coming in and sharing their opinions on what might be happening to me. The general consensus was that I was having a panic attack.
For those couple of hours, we were still trying to find a way to make the wedding happen. If I needed to go to the hospital, could I come back afterwards? If this was a panic attack and I was given medication, could we simply postpone everything for an hour?
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