Into what I think was my first anxiety attack.
I worked myself up to the point I could hear my heart beat as if it was a drum next to my ear. I could feel the vibrations in my chest. My stomach felt torn and knotted, my breathing was heavy and hard to control. But it was my mind that was torture. Couldn’t imagine anything remotely calm or nice.
All I can do is say thank you to my doctor for giving me anti nausea tablets.