I’m not prone to panic attacks, but there are moments when I am going through a depressive episode (current one has lasted for about three weeks, but I’m sure it’ll be over soon) that I’ll feel like I’m trapped and like I need to escape. And that feeling brings on anxiety/panic (it’s co-occurring, I believe)
I was sitting in class—there wasn’t any test or any stressing catalyst—I think the instructor started making jokes. Then my heart began to race. And I slapped my hand on my chest to feel my racing pulse. Then I gripped my shirt, as if that would make me feel better. Then I was like “Where else can I feel my pulse?”. And I gripped my wrist. Then “Where else?” and gripped my neck and felt my rapid heart beat. I swear it was a spectacle for the people sitting behind me.
Two seats away, a male student was sleeping. Then, he woke up and looked at me. That’s when I noticed he was mildly attractive. Then he leaned over and I swear I made the same facial expression Darth Maul made when he got chopped in half (it was like a “What the f**k? Oh shit.”).
"Hey man, did I miss anything?" he asked.
My hand still on my neck, I stammered “No. I think he was just making jokes about ribosomes.”
My pulse returned to normal after 30 minutes. So yeah.