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October 9, 2011
"Panic quietly." This is the mantra I've followed my entire life.

Internal bleeding? Panic quietly.
Accidental drug overdose? Panic quietly.
Spiraling depression? Panic quietly.

Of course, eventually someone notices. Hyperventilation and seizures are a pretty big clue. But it takes a while. It's not until I've lost all control that I start to show signs, and by that time, the only solution is hospitalization.

I'm not sure why I do it. It's not so hard to say, "hey, I think my organs are shutting down." Perhaps I think people won't take me seriously?

Regardless, here I am, panicking quietly.