everyone wants to take a stab

I think I had a panic attack today. Maybe my first! How exciting. I wasn't feeling it as panic though, mostly anger.

Maybe I was panicking that I would never stop being angry? Or maybe it was a rage attack. Either way, I got so angry for so prolonged a time that I realized I'd stopped breathing. Well, I was breathing, but incredibly shallow, scary breaths. And it was taking everything I had to muster them up. It was not OK.

It would probably be helpful (as a modern log of my life) to recall even 1/8 of the events that led up to this, but I'm thinking of one now and starting to shake. So never mind! La la la!