I’ve gone to b&m with two of my kids and my mum and brother. But I wanted to run out of there, I forced myself to go. I had to fight panic and intrusive thoughts the whole way round about death and my brain. Stopping and staring at things every so often to see if my vision was moving.
I’m home now and I’ve made my kids lunch and I’m sat outside seating back and forth trying to soothe myself. I might need to take a diazepam to help. I feel sick, my stomach feels queasy and tight.