It's been a while since I had a panic attack. It hit me out of no where. My face went numb. The cold water started going down my back. The feeling of dread would not let go. I forced myself to drive. Never a good thing to panic on the interstate in the rain. I should have pulled over. My bad. I prayed the whole time. Asking Jesus to take the feeling away. I made it to work/school. Trying to teach math to a room full of children while it feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest is difficult. The panic started to subside about 10. 3 hours of off and on dread. Jesus got me though. It did keep me from going to Zumba tonight. I was am just so tired. I think I dying all the time. I knew getting my heart rate up would scare me. I know the bible says fear not, but I constantly do. Then feel guilty about it. It's a vicious cycle that I can't seem to get out of. One day I will break this... today is not that day. But tomorrow is a new day. 9-28-18