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Becky L McCoy

The panic attack that changed everything...


Hey friend,

One Sunday morning in 2018(ish) as I was getting us ready to head out the door to church, I started feeling the tingling in the pit of my stomach that meant a panic attack was imminent. The kids were outside playing and I took a moment to sit down, breathe deep, and tell my body I was safe and everything was okay. Decades of panic attacks had taught me that slowing my body down can slow that misfiring of the fight or flight instinct.

But as I let my muscles relax and used my breath to try and slow down my heart rate, the panic only grabbed me harder, paralyzing me. I wasn't sure I'd make it to church but I knew I at least had to get the kids inside so I could give into the panic knowing they were safe. Except when I opened the door to step outside, I froze. With an increasing sense of dread, I realized my body could not step over the threshold. It felt like the house was holding me prisoner.

The panic increased.

What happened next ended in the absolute rock bottom of my spiritual burnout. It's taken years to recover from, but I'm really proud of the work I've done.

I'm eager to share more about discovering a healthier way of believing, but for now...

Hugs and 🍩s,

Becky L McCoy

Writer, speaker, & retreat leader helping women, disillusioned with their faith, face difficult life circumstances with tenderness ✨ Grief, mental illness, and the burnout that comes with them turn our worlds upside down and leave us with more questions than answers. Many of us grew up in faith spaces without the tools to know how to live with the fallout of the worst parts of life - come explore how contemplative spiritual practices can help us navigate life while grieving and living with depression, anxiety, and other mental illness without shame or guilt.

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