i really do hate having panic attacks. the last time i had one, i got very short of breath, my chest hurt, i was backed up against a wall crying and screaming at everyone, convinced in my mindset that everyone was going to hurt me. I dont even know what i was screaming about, i dont really even remember. Probably just for everyone to go away and leave me alone so that i didnt have to cut with them watching.
Cutting….
I dont ever remember doing it, when it’s happening I feel, out of body, like im not really there. just an hour later, i look down at my legs, wrists, arm, waist, feet and see those ugly cuts. i really am disgusted with myself