For the first time in my life, I encountered a fully-blown "panic attack" on Sunday night / Monday morning.
Needless to say, I didn't make it to the food processing factory on Monday. I'm feeling a cross between devastated and ashamed.
I feel fine now... but it scared the living crap out of me. It was a new, but not necessarily a positive, experience for me.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me and my bloody emotions. A few years ago I was a public speaking, positive upbeat kinda guy. Nowadays I'm an empty shell of the man I once was. It's either all happy or absolutely immobilized by a lack of self-confidence.
And yes, I hate being like this. Seven years is way too long.
Just when you think you're completely on top of your depression, it goes and chucks a random spanner in the works just like that.
Peas be with ewe
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