She goes into her room hoping no one comes in. Sitting on the floor trying to stop the tears but failing. First her heart pace goes up, then she starts rocking back and forth. She starts to hit herself "hard" on her legs and head then she goes over to the other side can barley walk over then she got her razor and started slitting her wrist. She sits there her heart pace goes down and she clips of from reality, this is called a panic attack she hates getting them but she can't help it
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My Depression thoughts
Non-FictionDepression, my thoughts, triggering, this is stuff in my head and I needed to get it out somehow I don't post frequently so
