Everything was well today until, for no reason, I spiraled into a major anxiety attack. Very agitated. I wanted to talk to my wife about it but couldn't. She finally noticed that I was pacing the entire house frantically and asked what was wrong. I asked her to come into the bedroom (away from the kids) and then I tried to express the thousands of thoughts shouting in my head. I couldn't, of course, but she just hugged me until it settled down a bit.

Then I pounded some bourbon and the rest of the day was much better