I had a panic attack over a missed phone call the other day. I knew even while it was happening that I was overreacting, but sometimes I can’t rationalize my body out of fight or flight mode.
I spent hours lying in bed going over worst case scenarios the other day. I put on countless meditations to calm my mind, but sometimes I can’t meditate myself out of catastrophic thinking.
I had flashbacks to treatment the other day. I tried to focus on my breathing, but sometimes I can’t breathe myself through the memories.
I felt guilt over putting my family through so much trauma the other day. I tried to be kind to myself, but sometime I can’t self-compassion my way through the shame.
I skipped my support group the other day. I know I need to share my feelings, but sometimes I can’t stop my throat from closing up when I try to speak.
I went to my doctor and asked for help the other day. I tried to be self sufficient, but sometimes I can’t self-help my way out of the darkness.
I was given a bottle of little yellow capsules the other day. I did what I needed to do to be okay.