I can count the number of panic attacks that I've had in the past two years on one hand. There have not been many, which I am grateful for, however, the last two have been within the span of two weeks. My sleep is interrupted by dreams I cannot recall. I dread interacting with people at work ( I work from home, taking tech support calls.)
Tonight, I went out to a music show featuring a band who've not played together in some time. In the crowd are three different men that my soon-to-be ex-wife had some sort of "improper" relationship with, one of which has the balls to try and be friendly with me. The band started playing. I was out the door before the first song ended, accompanied on the walk home with a hot ball of iron in my stomach and fast breathing.
Shit, I don't know why I'm even writing this other than to get it out of my system.
