And it was bad panic attack. (But what panic attacks are not bad?) It was so bad that I couldn't even be bothered to choose a photo for this post. It was one of those "start sobbing uncontrollably in the bathroom and eventually crumple onto the floor" kinds of panic attacks, all the while saying "what do I do what do I do what do I do" in Japanese. So to the untrained ear it must have seemed extra disturbing.
This semester has been rough. It's bad enough having been sleep deprived for 9+ months, but not knowing how to make time for myself to get work done has been a drain. And worrying about people's health in a pandemic has been one for the ages.
But, as they say, this too shall pass. And whatever doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. So we just have to make sure to stay alive.
