I had another panic attack today.

Hubby and I went on an errand. I needed to get away from the kids so I said I'd come for the ride.

We drove into Dundas (The city I work in) as soon as we got closer and closer to my work I got butterflies in my stomach, sweat, chest hurt and had trouble breathing. Yep another one.

Had to rush home for my meds as I'm not in therapy yet....

I hate this and I hate taking drugs and I hate that I've been robbed of myself...this isn't how my life was supposed to be