This week is shark week.
Last night, rather poetically, i had a panic attack. The full-blown deal; I could hardly breathe, I felt trapped and afraid, and I paced back and forth in my room, tugging wildly at my hair and sobbing uncontrollably. Sometimes i think Hell must be something like a panic attack. The fear, the screaming, the sobs and the loss of hope. It was not a pretty sight.
Mimi was amazing through all of this, I have to say. She calmed me down, and never made me talk but was so kind.
I'm ashamed.
I slept about two hours last night, after lying in bed for hours, unable to stop thinking. My face was so hot, so swollen. When I woke up this morning, my eyes were still incredibly puffy and I looked awful.
I went to mass this morning and apologized to God. it's nice to know that He'll always forgive me. And He gave me a beautiful day with countless blessings. Charlotte was so sweet, and we went to a little fair with her. We celebrated Mimi's 22nd birthday, and it was pretty great.
I'll do better.
