Some kind of madness in Diary

This is really embarrassing, but yesterday I had someone take me to the hospital because I was apparently having an anxiety attack. It was the strangest experience of my life. Honestly, I didn’t associate what I was feeling and what I was thinking with anxiety. I have had several anxiety attacks in the past, and in each of those instances I felt a strong sense of fear and/or panic but had no other instances in this most recent event.

This time I felt no fear or panic. A little anxiety, sure, but on a low level, I thought. The only reason I decided to go get checked out was because my body became really weak. It strained me to walk around. Going down the stairs, my knees wanted to buckle. My hands were the worst. I couldn’t write, type, or even text. My hands would start shaking when I tried to hold a pen. And I wasn’t panicking, by the way. I was thinking, what the f*** is wrong with me? So I thought, well, this is probably nothing, but just in case I’d rather be on the safe side.

Anyway, random happenstance. Now I have a few ativan in case my mind decides to turn on me again. Good times.

That’s all I’ve got. I know this is a pointless entry.

Last updated January 20, 2016