I was having a panic attack and no one could tell. I sat down beside my partner. I took his hand and I said, "Baby, I think I'm having a panic attack. " He pulled me in for a hug, gently patted me on the back like I had stubbed my toe and I needed comfort, which was sweet, but far too calm for the war zone that I was feeling on the inside. Because on the outside I looked composed. I always look composed. That's the problem. We reward composure. We worship overachieving. But what if the version of you that l ...