I've had one panic attack in my life. Last new year's eve, I was working at the bowling alley. It was infinitely busy, there was an infinite stream of assholes, and the guy I was working with was infinitely stupid. I was about to lose my shit, when my nose started bleeding. I ran to the bathroom, and sat on a chair holding my nose shut and thinking how great it was that I got a nosebleed, because it got me away from pure Hell.
When I even thought about going back there, I couldn't breath or see straight. I thought, correctly, that nothing could possibly be worse than what I had been doing that night. It was a weird feeling.
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