I had just quit my job of over three years that morning, to focus on launching my own creative arts company. That night, I was with my sister on my way to a gig where I was DJing for the evening. On my way to the club, I suddenly couldn't breathe in the cab. I felt my heart beating 5 times faster than normal. I thought I was having a stroke, but a stroke at the age of 25? My sister freaked out when she saw me holding my chest. I stumbled out of the cab to get some air. It was the main traffic junction in Mumbai, at 9.30 pm. My sister helped me walk to the hospital, which was luckily right across the street. I was taken to heart specialists, surgeons, and all sorts of doctors, but nothing.

That night was my very first panic/anxiety attack. I don't know why I got that anxiety attack—perhaps a mixture of my doubts about my work life, personal life and trivial things that stresses me out all the time. I was told was “learn to control your thoughts, only then will you be able to control your anxiety.”

It’s been exactly a year since that attack. I have my own company now, which is progressing in the way I envisioned. I haven't had an attack since then, but I feel anxious all the time about almost everything. Will I able to sustain this company? Should I take another gig as a DJ now that I am getting through the anxiety disorder? Will I ever be able to fall in love? Will I ever be happy, given my overly analytical nature? 

As they say, all creative people are a little crazy, right? So here's to being a little crazy, a little bold, a little accepting. There is nothing wrong with being a little anxious about being anxious. I started going out in public places to trigger my anxiety so I could confront it, understand it, and learn to accept it. I will never be able to figure out why the anxiety started, but I have figured out that I am proud of myself for facing it.