So my annoying and devious brain figured out a new way to give me a panic attack. Hyperventilation! God fucking dammit. I just had my first serious panic attack in a year or so because I was irrationally convinced I couldn't get enough oxygen and was suffocating.
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The good news is that hyperventilation is something that one can learn to overcome and there are direct physical techniques for stopping it. Compared to my previous panic attacks, which were all about feeling like I was losing my mind, this already feels more manageable.
But it's hard not to feel really fucking bluesy about having gone there again. Not that I really thought I was over it for good, but I guess another part of me had kind of hoped I was . . .
But least I know what I'm dealing with now, and I'm not as afraid of the attacks themselves as I used to be.
Thanks for listening, bunnies.