The panic attack

Last night I had a major meltdown. The trigger was relatively minor, but I blew my top. The morning-after is worse than a hangover. In truth, I’ve probably been carrying anxiety around with me for a year or more.

Perhaps I misdiagnosed it as some other spiritual ailment: an agitation of the heart. Perhaps the diagnosis was correct, contributing to heightened unrest.

I’ve had physical symptoms for months, though yesterday was a day I felt calm and relaxed for the first time in ages. I didn’t take my work too seriously. I did as much as I was able to, but clocked off on time. Alhamdulilah, I thought, reprieve.

Then 🤯 BOOM!

This morning regrets and a flood of tears. Now only the radiation cloud hangs over me, lingering all around. Perhaps the winds will blow it on, and soon I will return to something resembling normal.

Look after your soul. Some good advice here.

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