This is one of those "before and after a panic attack" comparisons. The pic on the left is me backstage earlier tonight. The pic on the right is me in my car after a panic attack. To be honest, they don't seem like the same girl. I am ok. I am safe and I am with someone who cares enough about me to make sure that I will get food and aftercare and into bed. Having so many performances tonight was cathartic but also left me emotionally vulnerable. But this is the side people don't talk about. Hell, this is the side I'm afraid to talk about. Especially in the moment. My instinct is always "be alone. Don't be a pest". I am awful at knowing how to treat other peoples emotions and don't think it is fair to hoist my own on them. The hardest part for me is knowing logically that it will pass, because in the moment the pain feels like it will never end. I don't know what the magic answer is. I know that I'm not alone though. And if you're reading this and you've been through it, you should know you're not alone either.
Chris
2016-07-23 19:44:26 +0000 UTC