Panic attacks and me.

 I have noticed that blogging about things often makes me feel better about them. Be warned, this is one of my posts that is full of me freaking out.

I’ve always been the kind of person who is paranoid and freaks out and has just… way too many phobias. I’ve really accepted this and tried to function as a normal person.

In the last year, my freaky-outyness has reached a peak. I’m afraid to call people that I don’t know (and sometimes people I do know) and I can’t talk to people and all that jazz. Last night was the peakiest peak of that.

Last night was weird. I was getting ready for bed and all of a sudden I felt weird.  My chest pains (if you haven’t already heard, I have horrible chest pains all the time for no apparent reason, but I’m not having a heart attack I think) got worse and my arm felt funny and I got dizzy and cold and just a bunch of horrid stuff. And I thought I was going to die or something.

Fast forward to about two hours ago.  I was chatting with my wife and telling her how I kept on thinking I was going to die these past few days. And then I thought about what had happened. And I was like WOAH aren’t some of those symptoms of panic attacks. And my brain went YES. And my brain went GOOGLE!

So I went to google. And Wikipedia. I read all of the symptoms on wiki and it freaked me out because just about every symptom listed was how I felt. And it was terrifying and augh.

In short, I’m freaking out about that a little. Possibly having another panic attack about having a panic attack.

I think that is probably the extent of this blog post. I’m trying to keep it short, though I want to freak out a little. I don’t usually blog about stuff like this, I prefer blogging about stupid stuff.