Here we are

that exactly 24 hours from now, I was born into this world 23 years ago. Crazy to think all the stuff one can go through in such a short time on this Earth.

Too bad I have to FUCKING WORK

The pit that forms in the bottom of your small intestine. Your heart starts beating faster and faster, that feeling of instantaneous vomiting, you can feel the blood in your finger tips and your toes retreating to the center of your body and your brain, which is to prevent the almost inevitable blacking out from occurring. Where your brain cancels your auditory senses, people are talking, but they aren’t saying anything. You can feel the cold sweat beading from your kneecaps, the hot flashes and the instant paleness of your skin. This is when your brain goes into survival mode, when your primal instincts take effect, and you will do anything to make this feeling stop. So desperate that even death sounds more comforting than what is to come. The feeling that you want nothing more than to get out of the situation that you are in at that moment, that maybe you just should’ve stayed in bed today.

This is how I feel during a panic attack.

This is VERY real to me, and a problem.

Finally. I said something meaningful.