Panic Attack

Today, I hyperventilated due to a family conflict.

I hope I didn't. I hope I controlled myself better.

I was afraid to seek help, so I didn't.

I knew if I did, all arrows would just lead back to me.

That's how it's done, at least in this household.

My brother came to my room in the middle of my panic attack. He must've heard me grasping for air.

I could only hope that he brought gentleness and kindness in his words.

He did tell me to calm down and relax.

Then, I was yelled upon and told that nobody's gonna help us.

I think that made the situation worse for me.

I wish wasn't overly sensitive during a panic attack so I could withstand any tone of voice and any words people choose to speak over to me. I really do.

By nature, people focus on the things that the eyes can see unfortunately.

We treat physical sickness as they should, but ignore mental illness and call it overreacting.

Unlike hypertension, the level of anxiety can't be measured by pressing a button on a device. I wish it could so more people will believe it's an actual illness and should be treated accordingly.

As insulin is to diabetes, kind words are to anxiety.