Have you ever had a panic attack?

a feeling of imminent danger or doom;
the need to escape;
palpitations;
sweating;
trembling;
shortness of breath or a smothering feeling;
a feeling of choking;
chest pain or discomfort;
nausea or abdominal discomfort;
dizziness or lightheadedness;
a sense of things being unreal, depersonalization;
a fear of losing control or "going crazy";
a fear of dying;
tingling sensations; chills or hot flushes.

The 1st time I had one, it came out the the blue. The doctors told me that I'd be fine and the gave me a prescription, then sent me home. The funny thing about when and where I had the panic attack; well I guess it wasn't really funny, but I was at work. I took of two days after that to go back andwere all types of rumors going around. It only made me mad and made me have more panic attack.

I had a fear every night that I wouldn't wake up. So there were weeks where I didn't go to sleep. I was in a relationship that shouldn't have been, and everyday with that person became unbearable. There were times when I actually wanted to beat them until my hand could hit no more. And there were time when I actually tried to do it.(sad to say)

I wasn't the same person at that point. I had no dreams, I felt nothing but pain, angry and worry. I was a walking zombie. I did want I had to do to pay my bills and that was it. I talked to no one, I lost my friends and as far as I was concerned my relationship was over. I just didn't give a damn.

Oh my 22nd birthday, my sister talked me into going to my grandmother's house and celebrated her 66th. Cool I thought I'll go, and I'll take this person. (don't want to say any name)

I should have known it was a bad idea from the start. Before we could even get on the road to travel, I got a flat. I don't really have the money to get it fixed but I did. And I just wasn't happy about the idea of going any more.

So anyways we get there and it's like 7 at night and everyone is already partying. I felt over whelmed and figured if I get a drink in me I'll feel better. NOPE. That Night my 22nd birthday a year past the legal age to drink, I drank a beer and that was it. The person I came with, drink any and I mean everything they could get their hands on. And that's when I really knew it was a bad idea to come.

2am in the morning, most people are gone , except my aunt, her husband, my sister, and the person I came with. MY grandma is sleep. MY sister is trying to get a piece of cake, and ends up knocking it over on to my grandma's newly carpeted cream colored floor. The person I came with and my aunts husband are in a heated debate(over chicken). The decision is made to pull out the vacuum and clean the carpet, so grandma wouldn't have to for when she gets up...

The carpet is clean and you'd never know anything dropped on it, the vacuum goes off, and all you here is fist fitting skin and my aunt trying to brake up what start with the person I came with and her husband. And guess what it all start with my person.

I was appalled, this was the 1st time he's been in the presence of my family and he had the nerve to call someone in my family out of there name and them put his hands on him. My jaw is dropped and and all you can hear and see is people yell and pushing him out the door.

He's out. 230am in the morning the end of September in Pennylvania. He asked me where he's going to sleep, don't know, and if he could get he's stuff out my car. And then, "HOW could you let your family do this to me? "

WTF? Why did he say that, I snapped. He said more things that shouldn't have come out his mouth. I began to throw blows. He said more. My sister is trying to pull me off of him, and neighbors are coming out there houses. My family and people I didn't even know are literally pulling me down the street and I screaming back How much, I hate you.

He stayed out side that night, and to this day I have no idea where he's at. I did so much for him. I actually loved (now I know I didn't) him with all my heart and when I sit back and think about some of the things we went through. I was just stupid for not seeing how much he was playing me. You know it's said that you shouldn't hate anyone, because hate is such a harsh word. But I can actually say I hate this person from the button of my heart. And can only pray that GOD will forgive me for my hatred.

One funny thing before I end this part. When my dad found out that I was't seeing this person any more...he called the whole family to express his happiness.

To Be cont'd: He SAVED me

"Past studies have found that the prefrontal cortex shows heightened activity when normal people lie, and it is believed to be involved in both learning moral behavior and feeling remorse.

Because gray matter consists of brain cells, while white matter forms the "wiring" or connections between these cells, pathological liars may have more capacity to lie and fewer moral restraints, the authors suggest. "They've got the equipment to lie, and they don't have the disinhibition that the rest of us have in telling the big whoppers," Raine said in a press release accompanying the study. "

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/wireStory?id=1223519

I hate when people lie to me, of just lie for the hell of it. I mean I know I've done it. But I don't just lie about everything, or anything. I pick my subjects. Like: Yeah I went the store and they didn't have what you wanted (knowing didn't look for it), or, Yeah I forgot (knowing I probably really forgot at the time or I'm trying to make a point that you could it to). But I don't just lie thinking that the person that I'm lieing to is going to believe me. Or, That just because they can't see mt every move that, I can make them think I did something that did because they well never know.

Is it amusing to to lie to people like that. I just don't get it. It really fuc'n makes me hot!

Cont'd form The Middle

Drugs...so easy to get to, so fun to get hooked on.

I didn't do anything crazy. I guess you can call me a scaredy cat. I did one thing and one thing only and all I can say is that it's the 1st thing most people try. Maybe I did two, if you consider alcohol a drug? Diet pills too, so I guess you can bump that up to three?

I felt like I had the best life when I did what I did. Nothing nor no one could tell me different. I didn't have much or any kind of relationship with any of my family. But they all said at some point thoughtout this time I need to talk to some professional help. And for the life of me I couldn't understand. I went to work, I had fun and when night came I went to sleep and usually 4 hours later I was up doing the came thing over again.

That lasted for about a year. I was down to 155 pounds form the 250 + size me, I'd always been. People like to ask if I was sick. No, why the fuc do you ask *mean face* I was working my tail off but some how was putting myself into more and more debt. Oh yah, and less sleep. I was invincible, I was Shera, I could do anything and no one could tell me different...

Until one day...

I got so mad at someone that I work with...It was like something snapped in my brain, and I felt light head and my heart started to race. I didn't know what was wrong with me. The room was spinning. And Everyone asked what's wrong. But I could only look confused at them. Someone said "she might be having a heart attack." In my head: What ta Fuck, I can't die, not yet.

I ended up on a ambulance and they're asking me if I'd done and drugs, because I'll could do is ask for water and my heart rate what up to 190 bpm and that was freaking me out. I couldn't have any water because they said it might complicate things. But still they kept asking me it I'd did and drugs. And finally I could answer, because I was becoming aware of my surroundings, and told them that I'd only had a little weed *hummm? Did I say that; dunno waht you'er talking about* the night before, just enough to go to sleep. *really it was a small amout*

I got to the hospital and they hooked me up to this machine, but it only turns out that I was having a panic attack. Man I really thought I was dieing.

To be continued: The Panic

Studies show that women get stupid when they fall in love. But Why dose that have to be so true?

Why can't a woman's mind work like a man, and not give a damn. Or why can't a man's mind work like a womans, and care? Why do a man and a woman have the be so different. Why can't we just be the same but have different organs, and one have the child ... but both care the same?

I guess, that would make for a boring world, I guess that there would be no news, no event because everything has been done the same by each person. But I guess my point is why LOVE have to be so blinding ... for one person?

Why dose love hurt in so many ways:

A divorce
A loss of a child (those hurt the worst)
Knowing you might never be with the one you love
A loss of a grandma/pa, aunt/uncel

I guess this whole post will adressed soon, I'm so upset to complete it.

So yesterday I got off work at 330pm. Went home, and went to feed my little blue batte-fish; whom I named Fissy. Cute little batte he is; I have him in this glass vase, with little clear blue rocks and a curly bamboo shot. He sits on a bar that we have with all our liquors and wines; wine glasses, etc. So anyways I go to sprinkle a little food in the vase for him, and wait for him to come to the top, puff his little gills at me and he wiggle around while I call he's name; "hey Fissy, how's my little fissy today"; we play that little game everyday, and he seems to be the only batte-fish that responses to any thing.

So I'm standing there like a dumb @ss waiting and calling his name; no fish. And I pick up the vase, twist it around, look straight through it; no fish. Then I tap on the glass, call he's name; no fish. So at that moment BF walks in and I say,

"Have you seen fissy today?"

BF looks at me all crazy and asked why I referred to him like he's a dog walking around. And I say,

"well he's not in his vase, he's gone?"

BF is like there is no why possible he could be gone, he's a fish, fish don't walk? So BF is all confused like me and walks over the vase, pulls up the bamboo and pokes around at the rocks thinking that maybe he died and sank to the bottom; still no fish. So I say,

"See there's no fish, maybe he jumped out and died on the floor?"

and I'm thinking the back of my head, I'm going to cry if he died, I love my fish. BF says, "I never heard of a batte–fish jumping, that's odd." So we start looking around on the floor and I get on me hands and knees, looking for the fish like I'm looking for a small earring that just dropped; still not fish?

Amazed at the fact that my beautiful blue betta-fish, named Fissy was missing, I walk over to my fish tank that has my puff eyed black/gold fish; also named Fisssie (same name just spelled different); and my little cat fish, name Cat, and look thinking maybe for some crazy reason I don't remember putting Fissy in this tank. And nope I didn't, I know I wouldn't, because if I did the other fish would be dead (betta-fish are fighting fish for those who don't know). I still can't find my FISSY.

My fish disappeared and I miss him….But isn't that odd?


Oh and...I still keep looking in the vase like he's going to appear out of thin air and start wiggling around for me. So I have the sad/amazed face right now!

It' been a crazy month and a few days...so much has happened. I'll feel you in one by one just give some time!