I'm at work and I'm having a panic attack. I have panis attacks all the time. I wonder why every time I have one it feels like this may be the one that pushes me over the edge and kills me.
This morning I was getting into my car to leave for work and my stomach started to feel weird. So I knew I had to go to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to have d*. So for a second I thought I would just go to work and go to the bathroom when I got there. But then my stomach didn't want to wait for me. So I went back in the house and proceeded to have water d*. I came to work still 'recovering' from the d* feelings. Ate an english muffin and some choclate milk. I just took a half of Klonipin for my anxiety. Now I feel like I'm going to have d* again. I have d* all the time so for me it isn't anything new.
But now I'm freaking out at my desk. My heart is racing and I feel like I'm all worked up and sweaty. Everyone is talking around me and they all seem so loud. I just want to go home and hide under my covers untill I feel better. I hate when this happens. Nothing horrible is happing at the moment. I'm just chillin at my desk having a stress free morning but I feel like some sort of impending doom is on its way.
I hate this feeling. I hate being like this. I just hate being.... [img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img]