It’s not always that I get to go out. Sometimes I just don’t have the energy. I feel like I can’t handle another one, and so I stay in, sitting on the couch, trying to distract myself with TV or my phone.
But today I decided that I’m going to give it a try.
My friends and I still see each other. They sort of know about my panic attacks. They don’t understand it, and just sort of think I should get over it, but they like me and I like them and so we mostly don’t talk about it. We see each other less now though. They’ve just gotten too bad – too frequent.
Today, though, we’re spending time together. I’m happy about that.