Have you ever suddenly felt there was something wrong with your body that you just couldn't seem to comprehend? In the moment, the sensations you were feeling seemed so abnormal and terrifying, you would have done literally anything to stop them. You probably wanted nothing more than to just tell someone exactly how you were feeling so that they could somehow cure you (even if you didn't think the cure for what you were feeling actually existed). At the same time, however, you couldn't tell them exactly what you were feeling.

Why? Well, because not only were these sensations indescribable, but telling someone about them would probably result in you being perceived as someone who was in need of some serious psychological help, special medication, or even worse...Someone who belonged in an insane asylum. Okay, so maybe that last characteristic is a bit far-fetched. When I was a child, however, I didn't know that everything I was feeling dealt with one particular condition that was all-too-common for people my age.

That condition was anxiety.

My first experience with it was probably when I was around 13 or 14 years old. At the time, you could say I had a pretty unhealthy obsession with eating milk chocolate Hershey's bars after school and playing with my Nintendo DS. Now, here's where it gets a little eerie. I eventually realized that there were days that I couldn't feel any sensation in my hands.

Surprisingly, my mom didn't think I was crazy. If I remember correctly, I think she ended up calling my pediatrician's office.They believed I was feeling the way I was simply because I spent a lot of time pushing the buttons on my Nintendo.

So, of course, I ignored what I was feeling.

My mom started setting out these gummy vitamins for me to take every morning before school. Which, of course, only acted as a placebo. I eventually went to the hospital to have a blood test done.

My results indicated that nothing was wrong with me.

Over a short period of time, however, the sensations got even more intense.

One day, my mom took me, my siblings, and our neighborhood friend to play on our favorite McDonald's playground. I felt really out of it the entire time, but tried to make the most of the playground like all of the other kids. It was as if I wasn't even in my own body. I told my mom I felt dizzy, which was actually a complete lie.

On the contrary, I was feeling something that I had absolutely no clue how to describe as a child.

I started having these "attacks" so much, we both started referring to them as moments of spaciness.

Sometimes I would struggle to swallow water during these moments. And if I did, I would immediately hyperventilate. There were times I would even have to question whether or not the objects in front of me were actually there. As a child, all I could think to do to escape from these awful moments was to lie down and sleep until they had passed. I'd wake up feeling completely normal, only to be haunted by them again after a few minutes.

Nowadays, they'll still manage to creep up on me at the most random times (and, to be completely honest, I still haven't really learned how to cope with them whenever they do). So, if you ever see me lying down wearing an expression that reads "I'm just not with it right now," I need you to reassure me that everything is going to be alright.

Because during my anxiety attacks, I don't know that.

All I'm able to focus on is the seemingly everlasting and terrifying sensations that make me wish I were dead.

I didn't know I suffered from anxiety until a few months ago, when my mother suggested I look up the symptoms. Unfortunately, this article discusses only two of the many experiences I've had with it.

I'm sure you can't even begin to guess how relieved I felt to know that, after all these years, I was experiencing something that was completely 100% normal.