A Shitty Surprise.
So on Saturday afternoon I was minding my own business when BOOOOOOM - I had a full on panic attack. It SUCKED. Sitting in the back of a taxi, when suddenly I feel like the world is going to end: hot rushes across my chest, a wave of total exhaustion coupled with mountains of adrenaline, and the overwhelming urge to both be asleep, or throw up.
It's been over a year since my last one, and like then, this one was triggered by NOTHING. Seriously, beautiful one day, brain fucked the next. Opposite of Queensland. Anywho, I flashed back to 2006 when they first hit, and I went into recovery mode...deep breaths, in and out, settle the fuck down. And you know what? I'm ok now. Sure, it kind of made for a strange in and out Saturday night, but by and large, back to normal. So for all my peeps carrying around anxiety (HOLLA), I hope you're all good.