I had a panic attack yesterday
My very first
Hip hip f*cking hurray!School was the setting
I felt like I was going to faint
After I left my club
But because fainting is a regular occurrence for me
I didn't think much of it
I felt disoriented
Scared
I walked in my classroom with a balance that wasn't there
I felt like I was walking drunk
I made it to my seat and put my head down as I didn't want anyone to see my pathetic face
It was then I realized I wasn't going to faint
As the symptoms should have started to go away as soon as I sat down
I was shaking, my hands were shaking so badly
With a grip on my book, my book was shaking just as much as me
I'm used to shaky hands, I can tell you that
But this was different
I couldn't calm them
I couldn't stop
I just kept shakingI kept my eyes closed which is a first as I tend to never close my eyes for a period of time unless I'm with someone I really trust
But this wasn't that
I was terrified
I started crying
And then I kept crying
But I was trying to be as quiet as possible because I didn't want anyone to hate me for disturbing them
So it was a sad silent cry with the sound of my body shaking
I remember trying everything I could to stop
I tried to remember everything I read
I counted to 10 and then I counted back from 10
I tried breathing techniques
Everything I could think of
But to almost no avail
It lasted what felt like hours
After maybe 15 mins I started to stir
After 5 more minutes I opened my eyes, head still down
After 6 minutes I lifted my head slowly
Still shaking, I looked at the classroom whiteboard, the one right in front of me
I was terrified
My eyes were blinking excessively
And my body was still shaking
I could feel the pressing eyes of students on me, even though I knew they weren't looking
And if they were, it was with concern not hatred
But I couldn't help it
My mind had created a horror game
And I was merely the player
I stayed in that seat trembling and trying to stay "conscious"
After 10 minutes I felt my body let go
And it over
I was exhausted
I felt relieved
It was over
I had survived
I was safe
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...