Like a wedding dress with a feather underneath, tickling and drifting my thighs, is this panic attack.
I don’t have panic attacks. Well, to correct myself I had two, once, years and years ago. But lately I’ve let the stress creep up on me and the panic attacks are come and go. Lately I am on the verge of a panic attack about three times an hour. It’s an itchy tag on the back of my shirt. It’s like a mosquito bite you can’t reach. I’m sure you get the picture. I sure do. I’m itchy and uncomfortable and very unhappy.
There is no hope.