I’m having an anxiety attack. I know what it feels like now. My chest is tight. It’s hard to breathe. My stomach is in knots. My face is all crinkled up. My shoulders are tense and high. My mind is racing. I know this. I understand it. That doesn’t make it easy to go through. Not knowing what was happening for so many months was terrifying. Now I know. It makes them less intense, but still unavoidable. I believe the stress of my life has cause me irreparable physical damage. What a fucking waste.