"I can't breathe!!!"
"But there's air in your lungs"
This was the short conversation I could have with a doctor, the day I had a panic attack in church.
The truth about panic attack is, it doesn't care where or when, it just hits.
Worse is that it comes when you're finally able to sleep, and like a sharp knife in your chest, pierce!!!!!!
So many nights, I thought I'd die in my sleep.
So I decided I'd keep awake; death's gotta meet me prepared, what dyu think?
Panic attacks feel like shortness of breath.
Feels like betrayal from a trusted friend
You bet it feels like a feast with death.
This is a short story of my journey, I hope it inspires you to speak out and get help.
I definitely won't tell you it'll go away in a second, but you can learn to manage it till it all goes away.
When?
I would have told you if I had an answer.
