Today I feel really fragile. I also feel right on the verge of having a panic attack. I don't know why. I did some deep breathing. That helped a little. I did some exercises that Pastor T suggested to me back when he was my T and I remembered those and did those. That kind of helped. I am waiting to get off of work when I can wrap myself in a blanket and turn on a mystery on the TV with a book and my kitty and feel held. I really want someone to hold me and comfort me. My wound hurts and I'm upset that I caused it to hurt and I'm upset that it hurts. And I feel pretty panicky.