Last week I shared a journal entry written during a migraine. It was dark, and helped to illustrate a bit of depression’s tunnel of misery. But one thing I’ve never been able to do is write from within an episode anxiety. It’s just too intense and unfocused.
I didn’t quite have what I consider a full panic attack, but it was definitely an episode. I didn’t sleep much at all last night. At some point, I wrote down the exact chaos that was running through my head.
I can’t I can’t I can’t
No. No. No.
I am dying.
That’s different than I want to die.
Can’t Breathe can’t breathe can’t breathe
You piece of shit.
My chest hurts.
Take a pill. I should take a pill.
No. Bad. It’s bad. Addictive.
Why? Need it.
That’s why you have it. Take it.
No don’t waste it.
You may need it more later.
I can’t sleep. Need it. Can’t sleep can’t sleep.
TAKE A PILL DUMBASS. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
It’s not WORKING.
Work FASTER. NEED TO SLEEP.
Still can’t breathe. Stop thinking.
Want to sleep.