I not up for going to the Soup kitchen today, so I made cinnamon rolls and asked Sean and Jude to take them over. They were happy to do so.
I took to pacing my apartment instead. Ringing my hands together my whole body trembles, the room spinning. This time it’s not because of alcohol nor is the weakness in my legs that threatens to send me to the ground.
I should sit but I can’t. I need to move. I need to keep moving.
I had a panic attack last night after opening my little surprise. I couldn’t pull any air in and my chest felt so heavy, heavier than I could handle.
Just breathe Aria, breathe.
In through my mouth, out through my nose.
In through my mouth, out through my nose.
In through my mou- What the f**k am I going to do? Bending over at my waist I grab my stomach moaning. Oh
