So, I’m actually supposed to be writing a paper and putting together a presentation for tomorrow, but I wanted to get this out before I forget or the total mood to do anything leaves me…again.
Last night was the scariest and weirdest thing that I’ve ever experienced in a while. Picture an asthma attack, heart attack, hangover, inebriation, acid, weed and a schizophrenic episode rolled into a little dumpling and put in the microwave. Then it EXPLODES.
Yeah, that was my night last night. I had my first severe anxiety attack. When I had my asthma attack and no one was around it was scary, but having an anxiety attack when all of my roommates were home was even scarier. Simply because I’m too proud to show any form of weakness. Especially in front of people I don’t really know.
So while I’m basically going nuts, can’t breathe and my heart is racing, I’m in my room trying not to be so loud. That made it even worse because trying to supress it and be silent. I was scared.
I still am. I was shaking and my eyes were watering, but I wasn’t crying. Eventually I calmed down, but I sat in trance-mode for a few minutes.
Me being away from home is cool, except when something like this happens.