panic attacks....anxieity attacks.......
panic attacks....anxieity attacks.......
i have them a lot...really bad ones...i've had several recently...i used to love spring...for years i'd wanted a beautiful country garden....and i finally was able to have one...it really was beautiful...and i did it all by myself...arbors covered with antique wisteria...climbing roses...coneflowers...sunflowers and black eyed susans...morning glories everwhere..antique daylilies...i planted every one myself..i did the lighting myself...i had beautiful flower beds.an window boxes overflowing with flowers and vines....and a bronze fountain...a peeing dog...that looked just like BEN...and now it's all gone...yesterday i went to the store..and trucks were there...unloading plants...and i just ...i just lost it....i started to shake...then cry...i wanted to scream. i ran back to my car and sat there and sobbed and sobbed...
there a lots of places i can't go near...i have to turn my head when i drive by a petsmart....when i see a chocolate lab, i always think of BEN....once i got beside a guy driving down the road with a dog that looked like Hootie and i remembered the psycho kidnapping him and threatening to throw him out onto the freeway....and i started shaking so hard i had to pull my car over...i've come to despise spring and summer...all the beautiful houses...with beautiful gardens...annd each and every one i see is like a knife in my heart...it's not getting better with time...it's getting worse...the further i slip away from the life i worked so hard to have...the more i miss it...
it's starting to rain....today is the day i got to the pet food pantry....the only 'organization' that has helped me at all...once a month they give me 40 pounds of dog food and 15 pounds of cat food...the moon roof of my car won't close..the cables are broken....so i keep a sheet of plywood wrapped in trash bags over the hole when it's parked...but if it's raining or snowing and i have to get somewhere i have no choice but to drive it with the roof open...i know that today i will get soaked...i can still hear the psycho's voice....ringing in my ears...'you can't suffer enough, you worthless bitch...you can't suffer enough to suit me'..my life is gone...and i want it back...what i hae now is not a life...it's a living death...i hate it..i just want it all to be over.......
WARNING..WARNING....
poster girl........
Poster Girl
Nevergoback
NancyM
Thanks NarcNarc!!!!!!
there is no "hole in" me
not what I said
Hot Rock
Nevergoback
no physician...no therapist...no lawyer...
narcnarc
windycitygirl......
Meds, therapy, gardening and breathe......
nothing i can do......
panic attacks
narcNarc is in a terrible situation
wallaby
Meant to type Kansas City
missouri city
loveofmylife
narcnarc
it never ends.....