“Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might
when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him,
but you know he will strangle you
with his panic.”
~ Anaïs Nin ~
I’ve experienced two actual anxiety attacks in my life, and those were more than enough for me, thanks. They’re horrible. I don’t know if they’re all the same, but mine initially manifested as dry mouth and gagging; suddenly, there was this spot, this infernal spot, somewhere in my throat that no water could touch – all that would suppress the gagging were lozenges. After a day or two of random acts of gagging, I began to get short of breath; it felt as if I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. And not long after that, chest pains began so suddenly and with such force that I felt sure…
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