Sigh. What a week. And what an epic end to it. Or maybe not. I crashed and burned. Completely. Ten minutes into what seemed to become an awesome movie my body and psyche completely went nuts. Heart racing. Body going numb. Feeling dizzy and nauseous. Difficulty breathing. All imaginary of course. Because there’s nothing wrong with me. But yeah. Anxiety. Fucking anxiety. I thought I was over this. Not having been in meds for over half a year and actually doing good. But naw. Apparently not. I don’t even know what to say. Other than I don’t want to die. That’s the lesson you learn when you believe that you’re about to do just that. Blah. I don’t want this anymore..

Suffice to say, I ran home, died on my bed and felt like a pile of shit. Still no tears. And no Pacific Rim.