04/03/2018
Everything is going to be okay.
Everything is going to be okay.
Everything is going to be okay.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Don't cry.
Stop crying.
It's fine, you're fine, I am fine.
Don't cry, please.
Stop.
It's just a panic attack.
I can handle this, I have to.
Just breathe.
I can't. I can't. I can't.
I need this to stop, I can't handle anymore.
I am weak. I am weak and I am tired.
Tired of not being able to interact with anyone without panicking. Tired of not being able to listen to sad, loud or even too happy music because I am scared of waking up feelings I can't control. I am tired of crying my eyes out, fighting to catch my breath.
I can't breathe, okay!? I'M SORRY.
I am going to pass out.
The med is not working, I should be a bit calmer by now.
I can barelly see the keyboard.
All my family is in the living-room and here I am.
I am so embarrassed, I hope no one comes in. I don't want to worry them.
Damn.
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10/03/2018
My Mother came in, at the time I didn't see it, but now I am glad she did.
My Mother came in, and so did my sister. A lot of the time I feel like she doesn't understand my anxiety, but then again most people don't.
What I wrote was some of the thoughts that passed through my mind, and I am going to say, I am ashamed of the way I think during a panic attack.
I guess it's a good thing my profile is anonymous. ✨
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