A visit from Dysphoria

8:45 p.m.

Anxiety.

Anxiety Anxiety.

Feels like someone's nails are scratching at a chalkboard.

Mind is racing a mile a minute.  I can't think, but I can't stop thinking.

Trying hard not to itch, because I just want to scratch, and I know I won't stop.

Legs won't stop moving.

I want to run, but I can't, I want to hide but there is no where that I can.

Trying not to cry.

I am breathing, in and out, in and out.

Trying not to panic.

Don't want anyone to see me, but I don't want to be alone.

Trying really hard not to cry.

Starting to schratch, don't want to stop.

Calming down.

Legs still jumping.

Deep, controlled breaths

Legs no longer jumping.

9:42 p.m.

Relatively short

Update: I spoke to soon, it's coming back