The feeling low in my stomach. The twisting, churning sickness that tells me I'm having a panic attack. I recognize it now. The inability to focus. I'm stuck. I can't think of anything else. Trying to take my mind of what's causing the attack. Think of something, anything else. What am I gonna do? What if...? Think of something else. Deep breaths. I talk to myself out loud.
"Is this important?" "No."
"Will it harm you?" "No."
"Will it harm your family?" "No."
"In the end this is not worth all of this is it?" "No."
"Good. Now take a deep breath, and move on."
IN
OUT
*sigh*
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