Four days.
My panic attack stole four days from me.
Despite being infinitely grateful that I am better now, it is still incredibly hard not to be bitter.
Spiteful.
Churlish.
Morose.
Ok, maybe I am still all those things, but they won’t define me.
Nope.
I choose “off my rocker” to define me. So there.
Until tomorrow (really this time)…
Chloe
Same. My panic attacks came back last week and were worse than they ever were; I was vomiting, crying, struggling to breathe, all of the above.
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Hang in there, my friend. You are not alone. We are not alone. –Much love, Chloe
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