Friday, May 13, 2011

You'd think it was an earthquake. You'd think some heavy footed person walked behind you and the floor caved in with each step. You'd grab your chair... and you'd hang on. This must be it. You'd pray for safety.
... and then... several moments later (when things weren't falling off the wall, and no one else was in the house with you) you'd realize it wasn't another person, and it wasn't an earthquake. It was you; your heart panicking and beating so violently out of your chest. Because sitting home on a Friday evening after a long week at work is so terrifying, right? Watching the sun go down out the window facing west.
I thought I was safe. I was wrong. The panic attacks are back. And they are eating me alive.

1 comment:

Want to make you mine... said...

A great writer is a sign of a strong person and the easiest thing you can do is breathe : )

I believe I know something that could help you. How often do you find yourself listening to music? What is your favorite Artist? CD? Song? Listen to it in your car as you drive home from work or every morning when you're getting ready for your day.

There is nothing wrong with being at home on a lovely Friday night. You should spend as much of your free time doing what you love. Discover a new restaurant, a new dish, a new tv show. Something to get you out of you excited and looking forward to next week and forwards.