Seems I am still prone to panic attacks. I don't like them. I don't like me when I am in the midst of one. I become someone I don't understand and can't find control over the situation. In some cases, I can't seem to find a sound enough mind to return to my normal self, which is not exactly normal but at least I do exist in a more soundly fashion.
So what will it take? Counseling, medication, a change of scenery....I really don't know.
I have never been one to discuss personal issues. Even when in counseling I would usually say all is OK rather than fine because I knew that was a mis-statement or state this face is modeling a pretender. Pretending all is well, rejecting reality, is what works for me in some areas. Getting to the depth of the issue is what I need to do but not sure exactly where to begin. Frankly, at this point in my life I don't even have the time to work it through so I just keep plugging along hoping the hand figiditing and leg shaking will melt away.
I do have a kinda sorta plan to help me in the days ahead. I have a doctor appointment and hope I will find some answers. I suppose though I will have to work beyond stating I am OK and really don't know why I made the appointment to begin with.
Silly me
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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