tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9866948.post7779377352513810772..comments2023-11-15T22:27:23.261-06:00Comments on A journey of 1000 stitches begins with just one ....: Catching My BreathBrandiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181341595095947329noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9866948.post-55586163069352292082015-02-26T20:22:57.458-06:002015-02-26T20:22:57.458-06:00This reminded me of the first panic attack I had. ...This reminded me of the first panic attack I had. I was about two weeks into my second semester of college. I can still picture the little room I sat in as I waited for my parents to pick me up. Just thinking of it and the way it sneaks up makes me feel short of breath. That was also the last day of school for me. I never went back.<br /><br />Nowadays, showers and bedtime seems to be the worst for me. I used to love showers, but I think it's that quiet time that allows my mind to wander into dark areas I'd rather not be in. At bedtime, I rely on Ambien to shut off my mind.<br /><br />Take a deep breath and hang in there!<br />The Pink Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09714825419022949712noreply@blogger.com