Yeah, so, it's like 4:00 in the morning and I'm wide awake. I woke up about 3, just feeling like utter crap, thinking bad thoughts and having trouble breathing. That's really the only sign of a panic attack that I have right now, aside from the edginess/anxiety, but it's an hour or so now and I still can't breathe normally. I have no idea what's going on, but I'm feeling like doing some damage, and that scares me.

Maybe it was the green pepper and onion pizza for dinner ;-).

I dunno. I just feel bad and there's nobody to talk to about it. I wouldn't dream of waking up my T or my pdoc, or any of my friends, for that matter. Sometimes I really, truly hate living alone.

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