I swear. :)
I had a great and lazy time in San Diego with my girlfriends. The problem is I’m still in total panic attack mode, like, all the time. It’s been going on for over a week now. I got to LA and realized that spending the next two days in the car was going to be a really, really bad idea. I left my car at the airport and took a plane back to Phoenix. I need to see some of my old doctors out here and figure out what’s causing this and how I can resolve or manage it.
I guess of all the problems in the world, this isn’t the worst, and I am infinitely grateful to have a family who loves and supports me unconditionally. I was puking in a garbage can outside the airport today (new fun feature of the panic attacks!) and a lady was like, “Are you okay?” and I was like “Yes, just having a rough day” and she was like, “It will get better.” I wanted to hug her and tell her she was an angel. They’re simple, easy words, but today they resonated with me.

