The Heart... Literally

So this is a long story and it's not actually a very smart story but in my 8th grade year in middle school I began feeling a shortness of breath as well as my heart beating rapidly and chest hurting while playing any sport or anything requiring a large amount of activity. Now one thing to mention is that I don't experience this throughout playing the sport. I experience it while running really hard, chasing a ball down, or any extreme during the sport as I do like to play and try really hard because it's fun. I guess it could be described as my chest about to explode as well as gasping for air like I'm about to drown. I play it off when people see in me in obvious distress but it continues to hurt for a bit after that.

  

Freshmen year of high school I didn't experience this problem because I wasn't involved with any heavy activity so I thought it was just a temporary thing and I didn't have to worry about it. This all changed when I went into my sophomore year. During prayer in the mosque which was every Friday, I fainted 3 weeks in a row during this. So of course my parents found out as they were there and took my to see a doctor a week later. The doctor put me on a machine that monitors my heart for 24 hours in the day and checks to see if there are any irregularities. Since I didn't do much of anything the day I was checked, the doctor found nothing wrong but there was always something wrong. I continued about my days that year without worrying and it never bothered me until my next year of high school where I started playing sports more intensely and actually realistically instead of the average everyday pick-up games.

I continued playing heavy soccer for the years after and I always experience this problem in any sport I play as well. I decided not to tell my parents about this because I just felt it would end up being the same as the last time and I just deal with it. The problem is though, I have noticed a lot of professional athletes in sports either fainting, going into a seizure or in fact dying while playing their sport. Of course this scares me but if anything happened to me, I just feel like I'll accept it. Really the only people that know this are my close friends and the people that I play sports with. They do tell me to go see a doctor and I mean, that's great advice but I don't really have the intention of doing so even though it would probably benefit me. I know for sure it'd be a great idea to go see a doctor but as I said before, it has become a thing for me where I just accept whatever happens. I don't know why I have this quality about me and I guess it's just something that I don't care much about though a lot of people around me do. Funnily enough, my parents don't enough this problem still exists and I don't have any intention of telling them.