I hadn’t expected it to actually happen again so soon. I’ve honestly felt better recently, I’ve been getting more confident in myself and just generally happier, but tonight I guess it just caught up to me.

I can feel the weight of the panic attack welling in my chest, the struggle to breathe, the tears in my eyes… so I do what I first think of. I quickly check the time, 3am, and pray you don’t kill me for waking you up.

I rush down the hall as quietly as possible before making it to your dorm, knocking gently on the door whilst I attempt to calm myself… though it’s definitely not working.