Can't take any more!

Very bad week. I am seeing my new therapist, who I actually happen to connect to. My panic attacks have remained, just as bad and frequent. I am not sure about what is going to become of the person who I used to be. Tuesday, while at work, I received a phone call from my husband telling me that there has been a stabbing at my son's dorm. Not my son, thank God, but it happened just a few doors down from his room. I am telling you, I cannot take any more. My son had to witness this violence, when he has never been exposed to it in his life. The victim is doing well, stabbed 5 times in the abdomen and twice in the upper right arm. He and other students gathered around the young man, who simply opened his door and was attacked. My heart nearly stopped when my husband called me at work. And again, the panic continues. My son is fine. My intellectual mind tells me that. But I am not fine. Three trips to the therapist since. Still no improvement. I am exhausted. His college is tucked away in a lovely, country town. Safe right? Guess again. I have to work, and I have all week, but I really want to just curl up and cry.

Oh, my, that is distressing. It might take some time to get over that anxiety.

How horrific!
Can you take a sick day?
I would, to help get myself together.
Get losts of rest.
That's just me.
*big warm friendship hug* 💛

I am taking next Monday off. I need a break. And my son is coming home.

That is horrible what happened at your son's dorm. You are right to be concerned, just sorry that the anxiety is constantly with you. It'll be great when you see your son.