Here I am again. Writing about a panic attack.
I had been over a month without one. I thought, hoped, clung to the idea that it may finally be over.
Maybe I'm over it. Maybe it won't cripple me anymore.
As much as I hoped, it's not over. Today, a panic attack hit me like a ton of bricks. I just feel like weeping. I really thought it was over.
This has been going on for four years. I'm tired of wondering when it's going to creep up.
I know that a month without one is AMAZING in comparison to when I was having them constantly.
Your girl is just tired. Weary. Please pray for me. Encourage me to pray too. I need it.