Passengers and operators were talking about their scariest moments on transit as I rode the 17 into downtown today. It brought up memories of my own. Next thing I knew, my heart was racing, my breathing became quick and shallow. My eye started twitching.
Full blown anxiety attack. I didn’t want to work. Wanted instead to crawl back home into my bed. But these attacks lead to nightmares after an “episode”. So does driving a bus.
Yes, I use my counseling benefits. I have calmed myself down with breathing exercises, and will send up a prayer for comfort.
Conquered the beast. Again.
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