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It starts off as crying this time. You think you’re just crying. My chest feels heavy and my throat is tightening. My mind is racing and I keep repeating: “It’s too late. It’s too late. It’s too late.” “You can’t stop it. You can’t stop it. You can’t stop it.” All of a sudden I can’t breath. I feel like someone is punching my head while they sit on my chest, choking me. I didn’t know my eyes could leak this much. It’s happening again. I’m having a panic attack. It’s as if all the people around me become invisible. I can’t hear them anymore. My head is pounding so hard it hurts. I sit down. I ride it out. I try to slow my breathing. I keep having little flare ups. I eventually stop. I feel numb. My head hurts. My face hurts. My back and ribs hurt. I feel dry. My legs and arms won’t stop shaking. I try to sleep. I can’t. It’s as if my body wants to rest but my mind won’t let it. I finally fall asleep. I wake up. I still feel horrible. I forget what happened for a moment before it all comes rushing back again. I don’t want to move anymore. I feel numb again. I keep replaying it over and over and over. This will eventually pass like the others. But god I hate this.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Panic
It starts off as crying this time. You think you’re just crying. My chest feels heavy and my throat is tightening. My mind is racing and I keep repeating: “It’s too late. It’s too late. It’s too late.” “You can’t stop it. You can’t stop it. You can’t stop it.” All of a sudden I can’t breath. I feel like someone is punching my head while they sit on my chest, choking me. I didn’t know my eyes could leak this much. It’s happening again. I’m having a panic attack. It’s as if all the people around me become invisible. I can’t hear them anymore. My head is pounding so hard it hurts. I sit down. I ride it out. I try to slow my breathing. I keep having little flare ups. I eventually stop. I feel numb. My head hurts. My face hurts. My back and ribs hurt. I feel dry. My legs and arms won’t stop shaking. I try to sleep. I can’t. It’s as if my body wants to rest but my mind won’t let it. I finally fall asleep. I wake up. I still feel horrible. I forget what happened for a moment before it all comes rushing back again. I don’t want to move anymore. I feel numb again. I keep replaying it over and over and over. This will eventually pass like the others. But god I hate this.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
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