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Friday, 16 May 2008 |
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I had a rough morning this morning. I woke up and something just didn’t feel right. Came to work and had a real “nice” panic attack. Not one of those attacks that is terrible and passes quickly, but one of those attacks that lasts over an hour and never quiet peaks. I just sat at my desk and kept to myself. But I was screaming on the inside. So loud that I can’t believe no one heard me. Its like screaming under water as loud as you can and no one on the surface can hear you. That’s how I felt. I was losing my mind and no one knew any different.
Why is this happening to me? Why for the last 16 or so years of my life has everything I do or think revolve around this fear of…. of what? Fear of nothing. The fear of fear. A phobaphobia. It is not normal to feel so afraid all the time. Sometimes I can just except it as part of who I am. And other times I just want to hide under the covers. But now that I think about it I would probably be afraid of the dark under there and have an attack under there. LOL. Stupid brain.
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