Panic

When the panic attacks first started, I brushed them off.

At first, I would feel shocked and surprised by them.

But surprisingly able to stand after.

And even run out of my car so I’m not late.

It’s only a few minutes.

Maybe a couple times a day.

Or three, or whatever.

Yes, sure, I have time.

When I started blacking out, it felt even shorter.

And I could just count down until I gently went under.

But it’s easy enough to recover.

I won’t let them take over my life.

Even as it gradually gets worse.

It’s funny how I didn’t think of the damage it would do.

Over a few weeks and then months.

Until it became slowly more unbearable.

Maybe I’m not that strong after all.

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