I had my first real panic attack last night. My first in 25 years.
And it happened all so fast as well. One minute I'm on the phone with Dave, the next minute I'm in tears, I can't breathe properly, my head is woozy and I feel the constant need to puke.
Then of course, supermom comes in and ever so nicely (NOT!) says that I'm not handling my work and stress all too well. "But it's always like this every month, what!"
Uh, thanks for your understanding mom. And no, the end-year crunch is worse than the usual year.
But strangely enough, I feel a lot better today despite only having a couple of hours of sleep. Maybe it was because I delegated a few tasks this morning, maybe it was me not putting up with the intern's shitty writing anymore and making her re-write her crap, but I feel very zenned out right now.
Whatever will be will be. Just take it as it comes.
Let's see how long this feeling will last, shall we.
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