Do you have an Ativan or similar? If so, take it.
I know you have a deadline, but can you take 5 minutes to stand somewhere cool/cold, and try to get your breathing under control. "No blood, no fire, no death, I can deal" is a panic attack mantra of mine. I also suggest biting on a lemon or a jalapeno; your mind and body will focus on THAT shock and can sometimes get you out of the fight-or-flight.
Ignore anything that wouldn't work.These are just things that have helped me. Your mind is LYING to you right now, and your body is believing it.
If I was saying these things about myself to you right now, what would you tell me? (And I am 100% a fuck-up, been like that for a year now.)
It is not supremely comforting to text your husband "I'm having a panic attack and can't stop hyperventilating" and get no response. (That was the second text in an exchange that he responded to, so I know he has his phone and the lack of reply isn't because he just didn't see the text.)
I know that the men in his family are notoriously bad at dealing with emotion. I knew that when I signed up.
So I will take that as confirmation that I need to continue to keep all my bullshit to myself, because the result would be exactly the same even if I *did* unload all my crap on him. Fine. At least this way I don't have to have the humiliating conversation about what a failure I am.
Steph, unless you're psychic, you can't know what Tim is thinking until you do talk to him, and there are a million reasons he might not have been able to respond to your second text right away.
Can you take an Ativan? Or do some deep breathing? This is going to pass, but in the meantime try to remember what Strix said about your body's response to the lies your brain is telling you.
there are a million reasons he might not have been able to respond to your second text right away.
It's been over 2 hours. Pretty sure that text is DOA.
Can you take an Ativan?
I did. I am no longer hyperventilating but still crying nonstop, which is hampering my editing a bit.
I wish I could do more. and I don't know Tim's work life. But I drop out of touch for half a day at a time.
anyway - more worried about you - but glad you are inching forward
Batman would like to give you a hug, Steph. A stern broody hug.
I cannot post what I wanted to because of the less than symbol GOD DAMN.
I know I'm not Tim's responsibility and he is really busy at work, but I'm hurt that he couldn't be bothered to respond to a legit expression of extreme distress, not even with a stupid less than 3. I wasn't bummed that we were out of milk; I was hyperventilating and couldn't stop.
But whatever. At least I know not to bring my crap up with him now. Hey, it spares me the humiliation in front of my husband.
it's that you love us. we know. we love you more.
because you make awesome apple tarts and are sassy.
