6 A.M. A nurse disturbs my nightmares, and temporarily prevents me from my ritual of staring at the wall upon sweating myself awake, to take my vitals. She wants to make sure I’m still alive, even though, by virtue of this place, I am considered one of the walking dead. 7 A.M. I try to... Continue Reading →
Panic Attack Hangover: The Aftermath
When most people think of panic attacks, a certain image comes to mind. Maybe it's one of someone sitting on the floor in a far corner, or on a chair bent over, hands over their ears, or on their head, hyperventilating and struggling to breathe normally. For some, that's the case. But nobody ever talks about... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 