Panic at the playpark

I’m writing this from my sofa, and it may not read well but I wanted to give a true account of a panic attack.

This morning I took to dog and the child out for a walk and although I felt wobbly this morning I managed to do my hair and make up and felt okay.

We didn’t get very far before the mancub played up so badly we had to turn around and come home.

He ran away from me and ignored everything I said. I know he’s only two but he’s not a bad kid and of late I’m struggling.

And I’m a struggler; I’m a strict disciplinarian and I don’t lose my shit.

After he ran off and the dog followed, I dragged them both home and cried.

And then it began.

I could feel my chest, neck and face burning and sweat began to pour from my face.

My chest started hurting, and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.

My tummy started cramping like labour pains.

I started shaking and crying and feeling like I was about to die; my throat was closing up.

My head was spinning, and I thought I would pass out.

It took about ten minutes for me to slow my breathing and calm myself down; and it usually takes a good few hours to feel right again afterwards.

I ache and I feel sleepy; my stomach is hurting and my head still muzzy.

This is reality and daily for me at the moment – and I’m so fed up with it.

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