Panic overwhelms me like I'm stranded out at sea. I don't know how it came to me and I don't know when it will leave. It's like a pesky ghost that never decides to leave me alone. All the time I'm in fear, at a loss of words or air. Hyperventilation, gnawing on my lips and nails and twirling my hair, the tears pour down my cheeks, soaking with dispair. My heart beats quickly in my chest until it's the only thing I can hear. Counting back from 100 and reciting ABC's, seem to be the medicine of all these pesky things. Tap tap tapping on the keyboard to satisfy my needs, sending the monster back into the darkness where it always feeds. After it is said and gone, I can't help but to feel dumb and I know in the back of my mind that it will come to haunt me again. But at least for now I know, that things will be alright...
I hope.
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