Another Panic Attack
Of course it had to happen while i was working. Sweat down my face, no computer in front of me. I can't do anything so I panic. Usually about my writing future or something else out of my hands. I forget that this job is part of my purpose too. That paying my bills until I become a writer is part of the work. I shouldn't be down on myself, I should be proud I'm not on the street. And the attacks, they go away like the tides.
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