I've had these gray days my whole life but didn't have my first panic attack until I was 24. I'm 48 now so I have dealt with this for half my life. Shit I didn't even realize that until I typed it just now. I've gone years between panic episodes and sometimes I can't go minutes between them. This latest round started two days after the presidential election. Coincidence? I guess that makes me a snowflake. But seriously, it rocked me pretty hard. I'll write more another time on exactly why it impacted me so much but for the past few months, I wake up every morning and check Twitter to see what he said. I check the news sites to see what he did. And it's always bad. Every. Single. Day. This is how I start each day before getting out of bed. I know I shouldn't look but I can't help it. I'm perpetually shook.
My goal is to write each evening for the next three weeks. I could write more now but Francie wants me to put away the laptop so she can snuggle. Easy decision!