I hate panic attacks. I especially hate the ones that come out of nowhere as if my body and brain knows something is wrong even if I'm not consciously aware of it.

I was sitting in class before we really started and the professor called my first name.

My body started to panic while my brain remembered that there was another student that shares my first name.

Even after she got up and sat back down once her talk with the professor was over, my panic attack got worse.

I managed to hide the fact that I felt like I was going to throw up and/or pass out and eventually the class was over. I got out of that room as fast as I could.

It probably wasn't a good idea to suffer in silence, but the thought of speaking up or leaving the room made me panic more.

I'm good now since that happened weeks ago, though I was shaky for almost a week after.

I wanted to share this as it reminded me that no one has to suffer alone. Everyone has someone even if it doesn't feel that way.

There are people out there that love you. If you don't think so, then trust me when I say that I love you. I love you and care about you.

I am always here. Maybe not on Wattpad all day, but I almost always have my phone on me in case of an emergency.

What I mean by that is if a friend is in need, I will most likely drop everything and help in any way I can.

Don't suffer alone. Talk to someone. Everyone needs someone. Get your someone.

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: October 8, 2018.