Speak Slow. - Maybe misery is what I need to keep my sanity.

April 21

Maybe misery is what I need to keep my sanity.

I’ve only just woken up, and I’m already having a panic attack. I can feel it coursing through my entire body. Waves of nausea ebb and flow; tremors pass through my arms and travel down to my fingers; my chest tightens, making it near impossible to breathe.
I’m hoping that sitting here, writing about it will make it better.
I’m so afraid.