I just wrote my prof and told him that I'm accepting the one point reduction for turning my outline in tomorrow. I couldn't do it. I had some sort of episode. I started two posts during it that are still unanswered. I'm not sure what happened. I was starting to get into the groove of working on my outline and slowly I started to feel really strange. My muscles were contracting, my face was tense. I spent a few minutes curled up on my knees with my face on the floor. I dug my nails into my skin. I picked up a guitar pick and dug into my ankle. I got up and went to the knife block in the kitchen, pulled out two different knives, looked at them and put them back. A little barely audible screaming sound was trying to come out of my mouth and the whole time really strange acidic tears welled up making it hard to see. I've tried to describe this the best I can. I don't remember this ever happening to me. Was it a panic attack? What was it?
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