Y’all. I don’t mention my mental health a lot, solely because I feel it is my personal health and sharing that with the world seems a little too personal, but I feel this particular story I’m about to share makes for a good blog post.<\/p>\n
Long story short…I had a panic attack at school (hence the title…get it…panic at the dis–no? okay). It happened out of the ordinary, but I have conducted a personal investigation and tried to figure out the cause. Now, I know you guys want the gory details. I get it, I get it…if I was reading this, I would want to know what happened in detail too. In fact, I would have a million questions.<\/p>\n
“Where did it happen?<\/p>\n
Who was around you?<\/p>\n
Did you fall?<\/p>\n
Did anybody help you?”<\/p>\n
And if you don’t have any questions and would just like me to get on with the rest of the post…I feel you and will happily do that for you. *inserts two thumbs up* But, and you guys know there is always a “but”, I need to feed the hungry eyes that are looking for the breakdown of the panic attack. Since this is a literary blog, and I am a literary person…literary artist?…okay I write, I wrote a free verse poem to explain the panic attack as coherent as possible. Look below for said poem…<\/p>\n
panic attack<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n I forgot how to breathe today.<\/span> The moment fell on me spontaneously.<\/span><\/p>\n Silence rang through my ears<\/span> Panic wrapped me in its arms a second later.<\/span> My fingers eagerly reached out to grab ahold of something, <\/span> My hands start shaking.<\/span> Almost…as if in slow motion\u2026it slowly came back to me.<\/span><\/p>\n Breath<\/span> I slowly lifted myself off the ground and held my chest.<\/span> As soon as I calmed down from the panic attack and could focus on one thing, the first line of the poem was on repeat in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking of that sentence, so I turned it into something poetic? I don’t know if that’s poetic, but it was very relieving to write it.<\/p>\n Moving on to the details of my investigation *inserts Nancy Drew magnifying glass*, I narrowed down the suspects to the top three likely causes of the panic attack.<\/p>\n Whatever reason caused the panic attack…it wasn’t fun. It honestly made me actually stop and focus on myself for once. I had to ask myself if I was okay. I get so caught up in things that I completely ignore my mental and spiritual health. It is almost like I lose sight of those parts of myself. In this case, I lost the mental part of myself for a minute, and the only way I could think of finding that part of myself again was to be hit with the reality that I wasn’t okay mentally per the reason I had a panic attack. BUT, then again…I could have honestly just forgot how to breathe.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Y’all. I don’t mention my mental health a lot, solely because I feel it is my personal health and sharing that with the world seems a little too personal, but I feel this particular story I’m about to share makes for a good blog post. Long story short…I had a panic attack at school (hence … Continue reading “panic at the school!”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7932"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7932"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7932\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7956,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7932\/revisions\/7956"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe air from my lungs escaped through my nose until the very last drop left my<\/span>
\nbody.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nand everything stopped.<\/span>
\nTime slowed for me and my sight faltered.<\/span>
\nThe only thing I could see were the blurred figures walking past <\/span>
\nme.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nThe rhythm of my heartbeat sprung from a steady beat into a fast<\/span>
\ncrescendo.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nbut they were met with only the air that escaped <\/span>
\nmy lungs.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nThe slight tremor moved to my knees and I soon<\/span>
\ncollapsed.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nHearing<\/span>
\nSight.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nI can\u2019t believe I forgot how to breathe today. <\/span><\/p>\n\n