September 2009
Last night I had a bit of a breakdown.
I’m feeling betternow, though I don’t know why I felt like that. It was really weird, I woke up in a panic, and there was a terrible feeling of fear and dread in the pit of my stomach. I laid there trying to work out what was going on and I started having a panic attack. It was odd, rather than feeling bad in my mind it was a physical feeling. So...
Sigh, the things you think and write at three in the morning. I guess it should have read,
Foxes, did I mention that I hate you?
Once you start making that noise I can’t help but listen out for it again…and so I am on edge and can’t get back to sleep.
