The feeling of pain in your chest, the heat of the day, the people, the loneliness. The want, no the need to get away.
Suffocation.
Suffocation in the people, in the world.
I closed the book I wrote my thoughts in about my problem.
How did I, of all people, get panic attacks. At first I thought I was going crazy. I didn't know what panic attacks and anxiety were.
My first panic attack was terrible, it felt like I was going insane.
I felt trapped like my heart was being enclosed in my chest and it was being tighter and tighter every second. If I didn't get out of there fast I would have fallen down and cried.
It felt as if my lungs and heart was being pushed closed so it couldn't beat/pump to its full amount. Like I was getting half the amount of what I am used to.
Even that was to little.
Way to little.
It felt like everyone was staring at me and judging me, even though I don't think they were.
I was spinning, I needed to find something stable; a desk, a wall, a chair, anything that I could hold myself up on. And I needed to get out of that room. The whole atmosphere made me feel compressed, claustrophobic maybe, if you could feel claustrophobic by people.
But the worst thing I think, is going to school. It starts tomorrow. I guess the best thing I can do for myself is get a good night sleep and hope for the best.
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The Wind Under Our Wings
Non-FictionLily Amador, that's the girl who has panic attacks. That's the girl who doesn't go out of her house unless its with her close friends. This is the story of how Lily finds a new friend that changes everything. And maybe makes things better
