Panic attacks. A demon in their own right. A painful knot in my stomach. Nausea. Heart racing. My chest. I cannot take a deep breath in.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. It is so tight. I can’t breathe. Overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do. My kids ask a question: “What?” I snap.
Everything feels too much. Everything is too loud. I can’t breathe. The tears well up in the corner of my eyes. I excuse myself.Read more on themighty.com