Panic Attack

It’s coming. Quickly.  No, don’t think about it.  Eyes dart to the clock.  It’s coming.  Hands clench tighter. I need to get out.  It’s coming.  Breathe.  How much longer.  Just breathe. You know how this works.  Shallow, shallow.  Everything is hazy.  Erica breathe. Tingling starts.  No one notices.  Left arm is numb.  Forget the breathing.  Don’t pass out.  Shaking lightly.  Don’t draw attention.  Then the wave of nausea.  Adrenalin courses through me.  Gasping and dizzy.  I jump up.  I need to leave, now.  No. Sit down.  Push through it.  It can’t last forever.

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