I feel like I'm on the verge of a full blown panic attack. I haven't been this close to one in years. My chest is tight and I feel on the brink of hyperventilation despite trying to keep my breathing slow and even. I even called this past week after a particularly horrible trip to an asshole doctor seemed to set off PTSD-esq reactions in me. I can't stop thinking about that and dwelling and now I don't want to see any of my doctors because my anxiety sky rockets and this shit with Big Daddy's ex-job (long story). I'm done adulting. I can't. I'm about to break and I can't even get in to a counselor until sometime in October but I can't NOT say that I'm on the verge of freaking out and I can't just post this to my fb.