No time to write yesterday. I was rushed off my feet. It was one thing after another - one of those days that people often refer to as 'bad hair days.' Luckily (and very thankfully) I actually thrive on bad hair days, though I do vividly remember how badly they used to affect me. Years ago, that is. Well, actually, around thirty years ago. Those days when nothing goes right. I always coped with those times very well, though, for certain, I would suffer for it the day after. It was guaranteed that a bad day would always follow a good one - as if I had to pay very heavily for actually doing well. And, oh yes, a panic attack would probably chip in. Actually, when everything was sorted, it was then that the panic attack would happen - that is after the stressful time had passed. Panic attacks are mischievous and insidious.
Anyway, as I said earlier, I don't suffer any more. No matter what happens, how busy I am - whatever - I never have a panic attack or have to 'pay for a good day.'They're well and truly in the past and have been for over thirty years. You can read my story in 'About Annie'. How I went from panic to recovery using the Your Panic Free Life Breathing Programme.