The Chronicles of Mental Health

This is extremely early in the morning, and I’m writing it. I didn’t get any sleep last night. Not even a fraction of a second. Last night, I was in a good mood. I had a delicious supper and talked to a handful of nice people.

I even stayed up till midnight watching football and had a great time. For every missed opportunity and goal, shouts pierced the darkness’s silence.

I went to bed feeling completely content with my day. After a tranquil day, it was meant to be a relaxing night.

Around 4 a.m., the guy who had gone to bed 4 hours earlier began collapsing. trembling and disintegrating like a cat trapped in a snowstorm The tremors are still flashing off my chest like a demon and making my arms sluggish as I type this.

Yes, I was experiencing a panic attack. And I inadvertently uttered that word at the PG department’s final examination preparation interview.

The irony is that I had no idea what panic attacks were. Normal anxiousness was what I reported to instructors as panic episodes.

I recently watched Ted Lasso and the United States of Al, two influential TV shows.

Both of the most recent seasons emphasized the significance of mental wellness. Both of the titular characters are experiencing panic attacks. I’m not convinced those depictions are entirely accurate. But what I do know is that those incidents made me understand that the frequent occurrences I am experiencing are something I should investigate.

I was out of breath, had chest pain, my body was moving involuntarily, and I was freezing. These, I realized, are happening during very precise events. But it was supposed to happen in another case. It didn’t work!
But I’m perplexed, and I’m not sure what to do about it. Maybe my life isn’t living up to my expectations. But what if I don’t know?

Is it true that I am finally the protagonist of ‘Tomorrow’?

Who can say?