I remember writing this
this is how I wrote myself through a panic attack
I'm at work.
I'm at work and I'm working drive through.
I'm at work and I'm working drive through and I'm cold.
I'm at work and I'm working drive through and I'm cold but I can't get my jacket cause I'm working drive.
I'm at work and I'm working drive through and I'm cold but I can't get my jacket cause I'm working drive and I can't focus.
I'm at work and I'm working drive through and I'm cold but I can't get my jacket cause I'm working drive and I can't focus cause the sensor won't stop beeping and I can't find what I'm looking for.
I'm at work and I'm working drive through and I'm cold but I can't get my jacket cause I'm working drive and I can't focus cause the sensor won't stop beeping and I can't find what I'm looking for and my co workers won't stop asking me questionings I can't answer right now because I can't focus and I'm cold.
I snap.
Now people think I'm mad.
But really I just can't focus or breathe and I'm cold and nothing will stop.
work induced panic attacks suck, especially when your job is so fast paced.
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