The first attack that I’d consider a "panic attack" was really unexpected so much so that I ran as fast as I could, I don't know wether I was running away from it or toward help, I still don't know. What isn't commonly understood is that anxiety and panic attacks are terrifying so it is not only that I fear “____” I fear the fear.
Within the throes of anxiety I become a wet-eyed shell - all of my thoughts and senses are diced and garbled like I am time travelling in paralysis.
