My thoughts come at me too quickly, too loudly — it’s as if my mind is shouting. At the same time, my heart is racing and I find it difficult to breathe.
I grip onto the kitchen counter to stop myself from falling over.I am no stranger to panic attacks, so I know what is happening, but this time, it feels different.
I cannot see an end in sight, which is what prompts me to remember that I need help. So I pick up my phone and call my local crisis hotline.
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