Right now. In this moment. I am very anxious and lost. I want to write about something meaningful or clever. Very troubling. I have nothing, but this.
My trusty panic, anxiety, freak-out, complete mental assault should divorce me! Then it travels to my arms, back and legs. My skin is screaming.
I want to do things. Simple things, like changing into my sleepwear and lying down on my cool bed. For some reason, I can’t do it. I’m stuck, angry and alone.
No one can join me in this prison. And my husband is in the very next room. But I won’t let him join me. I’ll let this keyboard, blog, and cyber space swallow the pain.
It’s receding now. Just a little bit. I think I’ll rise up. I’ll try the small things. Simple things. I’m scared because it started from absolutely nothing.
coconutspeak 
” I’m scared because it started from absolutely nothing”
That usually is the scariest part.
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Still riding out the wave. I hate this!
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I’ve gotten my first panic attack last week. Terrible experience that I was surprised is irrelevant of mental illness.
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