I was driving to get lunch and I started thinking about some crazy life/job/family mess. I immediately noticed that my breathing was different. I started feeling like someone was tightening a wire around my chest and I started feeling light-headed. I pulled into the K-Mart parking lot and just started crying.l uncontrollably for about ten minutes.
I called my mom, who salved the wound for the most part. I’ve been under a lot lately and I don’t think I’ve handled it well. I went back to my office and ate some granola with dark chocolate in it, which made me feel better somehow.
Can I say, dealing with stress is hard, but swallowing it and putting on a happy face is not “dealing with it”. Lesson learned, to be sure.
And to anyone who deals with panic attacks more than once a year? You have my utter sympathy and I wish you the best, because damn, that thing nearly fucking ruined me.