It is what it is ’til it ain’t

The moment that pulled the trigger on my panic disorder was an intense trip on 2C-B (a research chemical similar to LSD). Life hack: if you have to snort the psychedelic, don’t.

That One Time I Panicked So Hard I Took An Ambulance To The ER

Right now, I’m standing in the middle of an abandoned highway. The headlights on the horizon are unmistakable – my depression, barreling towards me at a blinding 100 mph. On the other side, a pair of tail lights are all that’s left of my anxiety, retreating into the darkness. I’m clutching a prescription for Ativan and discharge papers that say the same shit as every other time I’ve made my husband sit in a sterile room into the wee hours of the night with me – “ANXIETY DISORDER UNSPECIFIED”.