Now winning means taking a loss
I am having one of the most G--d-- awful panic attacks and I can't won't ask my boss for special compensation to just run away because even though HIPAA forbids her from asking if I have a medical condition and even if I did speak to her and ask for accommodation I don't know how to word things correctly to legally protect my job and I feel like my skin is peeling off in ribbons but I'm still tangled up in it and I want to punch things, break things, anything not to feel this way. It's hard for me to touch anything.
I am going to sit here and not explode and down the rest of my meds for the night and be cool like I'm in Pulp Fiction and succeeding way better than Honey Bunny.
There are reasons behind all this. I don't want to talk about them here.