Panic attack. Through years of practice I learned to automatically breath with my “stomach” (lower lung section). It is instinctual by now. But those instincts do not work right now. That learned behaviour is overridden by primal panic. I draw short ragged breaths as my chest rises and collapses in adrenaline-induced spasms. My heart beats like the loudest gong in my head. Sweat rolls down my head and the roots of my hairs feel like they are white hot. A buzzing feeling permeates my skin throughout my body. My mouth is dry and my tongue and fingers no longer feel like my own.
I was wondering what would happen if and when I saw my ex. Now I know.
Hope you’re ok- you survived.
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I remember the many emergency room visits due to the feeling of my bed moving, because of a loud heartbeat. Symptoms of anxiety are symptoms of anxiety, our imaginations can truly make us feel something is deeply wrong though.