I wrote a poem called "Panic Attack" that I wrote after a couple of panic attacks. Sometimes they hit due to past trauma, sometimes they're because I can't get ready at a speed that I'd like to, sometimes they're because I'm not sure if I said the wrong word in a conversation last month, sometimes I can't identify a trigger at all. You never know what you're going to get with mental health, but I am thankful that sometimes I can put enough words together in some sort of sloppy rhyme thing and it generally makes me feel a bit better.
Xo,
Botch
