Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Just had my second panic attack. The first was on Thursday. They were both really, really horrible.

Proper fight or flight stuff; shaking, sweating, stomach-churning. I haven’t yet figured out how best to deal with them.

It reminds me of the waves of nausea I used to get when I was coming up on a pill. The only thing you can do is breathe through it and wait for it to pass.

This is loads less fun than pilling.

:sadface:

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