They tend to come at night, when I feel isolated and alone, and they are
fueled by every notion of doubt and guilt. Not a coherent line of
thoughts, but a sticky paste of “bad”. The racing heart, feeling of
suffocation, overheating body, it’s all there, you know, to make it more
fun. I don’t get to die, just feel like I am, over and over.
Ever had a panic attack? Maybe they're all different, but what Beth describes above is exactly how I feel when I have one. While Beth does mention the trans side of things, this post is not necessarily relating panic attacks to being trans.
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