I woke abruptly; flying up, I scan the room in an unexplained panic. It took me a few seconds to remember that I wasn't in my apartment, but I was at Brent's house. I could feel my heart pounding, and I was covered in sweat. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to try and calm down. "It was probably a nightmare. You're okay. You're safe." I say to myself, clenching my hands into fists; there was no feeling in my hands. This day was really turning into a full-day episode. I was starting to think I wasn't up for my session with my therapist. There was no telling how I would react to trying to talk about things in this condition. My anxiety medications were all back at my apartment. I sparingly used them; I wanted to make sure I first used every coping mechanism I learned before using them
