I had a near panic attack this morning. (Near, as in, close enough for memories to storm back from places I had buried them years ago.)
It was bad.
All my meds from the day before had run bone dry (7 hours of driving will do that to a certain brand of nut) and it was still two hours before I like to take them in the morning (yes, OCD is fun). So, when I got nervous, BAMM!
I took my meds. Curled up in a fetal position for 30 minutes. And felt better, but…
Bottom line: It was bad.