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So for Thanksgiving Wayne and I went to my parents' house. I was terrified that I would have a panic attack and to my surprise, I didn't. I started to this morning for a lil bit when we went to his friend's house to drop off a resume, but when we went to McDonald's (I know, ewwww) and I started to eat a little and we talked about random stuff, it went away. I was soooo proud of myself!!! I just stopped thinking about it and didn't think about my breathing. I was enjoying the morning, Wayne's company and the fact that my mom was cooking all of her best dishes and that I made dessert this year. And on the way back, I was really really tired, maybe the triptophan in the turkey or my lack of sleep, but the panic attacks were in the back of my mind. And with Wayne singing to random songs on the radio and my mind wandering, I stopped thinking about it and it went away on its own by the time we got back to Va. I don't think that I'm cured in anyway, but I do think that I'm starting to get a grip on my situation and to deal with it my own way. Yay me!

Blessed be!