I wake up at 4:30 am, the panic starts to set in. I take slow, deep breaths to offset the nausea and rapid heartbeat, and I pop my last Ativan. This attack could be a lot worse. But that doesn't mean I'm enjoying it. What the hell is wrong with my body anyway? I am not in any danger. My own mind is trying to off me. Each day that I'm not better is
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Geez they get paid way too much to not help.
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