Panic

There is something out there. I can't see it, but I know it's there. I can feel it. It's sitting on my chest, not letting me breath. It's clouding my mind making it really hard to think.

I'm not sure why, but its has been with me all day. It's hard to sit at my desk and try to work when I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin for no apparent reason. I get up and walk around the office to try to shake it off. I can't even look at the computer. Waiting for the page to load makes me so tense. There's no one in the office to talk to. I'm alone with whatever it is.

It doesn't happen often, but when it comes it breaks me down. It doesn't help to cry. Screaming only makes me hoarse. I'm nervous and on edge. I'm scared and don't know what of. It's called panic and it has been attacking me all day. So I'm sitting here, writing about it, hoping it will leave so I can sleep tonight.