The Attack

The Attack

He woke up. Pain in his chest.
His heart was beating so fast.
He knocked on my bedroom door.
He didn’t know what was wrong.
I placed my fingers on his wrist and started counting his heartbeats. His beats were fast but not abnormal.
The tears in his eyes weren’t from the pain in his chest. But from the constant pain in his mind.
What is a mother to do?
We googled ‘pain in chest’. Of course, it brought up all kinds of warnings, from heart attacks to panic attacks. Do I call a physician? Do I call a psychologist?
He is an adult now. Should I let him make that choice? Do I feel comfortable with western medicine and all those side effects no one really talks about?
The only thing I knew what to do was explain to him that there are other alternatives besides chemical drugs that the pharmaceutical company’s hand out regularly. Holistic healing, crystal healing, group sessions, and more.
As his tears keep rolling from his eyes, he continues to tell me it's a constant pain in his brain. At this young stage of their lives, the burden of responsibilities is so great, even if I think they are minuscule. He hasn't told me if there is anything in his thoughts that is so painful that he is unwilling to tell me. As a mother, I find the rate of suicide among young adults overwhelming.