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So yesterday I had my first panic attack. At least that's what I think it was. It felt so bizarre. I was about to change into clothes for a ballet class when all of a sudden I just crawled into bed (wearing nothing but my underwear) and curled into the fetal position. I was terrified to leave my house, my bed, my room. I couldn't even get up to put clothes on. I called my friend and could barely make sentences; I just stuttered. The thought of going in a car was debilitating. I was totally convinced that if I did, I'd die. Elyssa grounded me (some "reality testing" as we say), and I was able to get clothes on, take a prn, and go downstairs to be with my mom.
But holy shit was that so frightening. And weird. What is going on, man? I think I need a vacation...
But holy shit was that so frightening. And weird. What is going on, man? I think I need a vacation...