In my head I thought I was dying, slowing drifting away from my body. I looked at the time and it was 7:14 pm. On a Friday evening. I felt afraid and scared at the same time. I couldn't stop these's tears coming down my face. I sat on a chair, trying to catch my breath. It felt has if my heart is about to explode out of my chest. I knew something was wrong with me. I called my mother to come help me, because I felt as if I was about to past out. I told her crying "call the cops mother, I can't breath, tell them to bring the ambulance, I need them now." As I sat there shaking, my father trying to calm me down, he told me to take deep breaths and try to calm myself down. He also mentioned that I might be having a panic attack and said that I should think of happy thoughts. While my mother had the phone in her hand she had waited a few minutes to see how I was doing. Slowly but surely I had finally calmed down. Trying to relax and taking deep breaths. In and out my mother had said, trying to calm me down.
Right there I knew this was just the beginning...
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The War Inside My Head
Não Ficção"It was the day my life went crashing down, I felt has if it was my own living nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Even though I had my struggles getting right back up, I knew more dark days would come my way. So I had to learn the hard way, slowly...
