I'm on vacation at the moment. Left on Sunday. I literally couldn't leave the bed Saturday. I threw up twice Sunday morning. My wife yelled at me aggressively until I got in the car and drove here. Apparently that's what I needed at the time. I've felt like absolutely crap since last Wednesday with panic attacks everywhere. What's that, it's 2am and you simply woke up? Panic attack.
I tried, repeatedly, to get out of this. It might sounds like Im unhappy with this out her but I'm not I thanked her, repeatedly, the last 2 nights because there's no chance I could get here without that.
I KNOW something is wrong. I also am about as sure as you can that it's all in my mind. And that kind of makes it worse. I've been to 50+ countries. I love to talk to people. As it stands simply being in public makes me melt down.
I honestly hate life.