Self-Portrait of a Panic Attack
No one could articulate my anxiety. That language had to come from within me.
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16 min readSep 17, 2019
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I’m told that in the first grade I cried every day, usually late morning, my sobs so uncontrollable that the student teacher who acted as an aid to our class would have to take me outside until I could calm down. No one knew why I was crying, not even me. I’d started kindergarten…