so, um. next week i’m going to the doctor to see if i can get a referral to see someone about the increasingly debilitating panic attacks i’ve been having, that should be fun? i thought it would be something i could live with, y’know, just try not to get stuck in lifts, but it’s happening more and more from being around people, and i’ve had two quite bad ones in the past week over simple social interactions, including one where i spent an hour in a cafe hyperventilating through my incredibly tight chest, sobbing and trying not to vomit while googling “how to stop a panic attack” like that was going to solve it, and after that, it reached the point where it wasn’t so much an event that set me off as the fear that i would have another one that bad that was triggering it, so yeah. i admit it’s probably not something i can fix with willpower alone. which is weird for me, because i am pretty much the only person i know who has never been to any sort of counselling whatsoever. i’m pretty well adjusted, and i avoid confrontation of problems like the plague, so that’s probably an indicator of just how bad things have gotten, that i’m willing to do something about it.
(oh god lol at me using jesse eisenberg screencaps to talk about my brain malfunctions, i can’t tell if that is terrible or apropos.)