NOT A GOOD DAY

The ringing in my head was becoming persistent and I couldn't get it to stop. I stumbled as I slid down to the floor trying to catch my breath.

It wasn't happening, was it?

I was having a panic attack at work. Everything became blurry and I couldn't even differentiate between what was real and what was not.

All I need was to try and calm down otherwise I would spirally at work. I didn't want people to think that I was crazy.

I wanted them to like me and no one ever liked a psycho bitch before.

Deep breaths...

One two three...

It wasn't working. Maybe it was because I was panicked.

"Put your hands over your head and count one, two, and three until you feel you have calmed downed", my mother had said.

One two three... I repeated it trying to take slow shallow breaths and my hands stopped shaking.

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened revealing a small figure.

"Hey you okay"?", the lady asked as she scooted closer to where I was seated.

I tried opening my mouth to say wor