Getting Over the Horror

Two and a half days since that nightmare panic attack and finally I'm starting to feel something of my more usual self. It feels like Wednesday morning was such a long time ago and in a different time or on another planet. Part of me says that it was all a bad dream and it feels like it. There was such a surreal feeling about the attack that I had no real idea of what was happening to me. Even now, late on Friday night, I have some difficulty believing that it was a true happening. It's like having that part of me trying to deny what happened and calling it a bad dream while another, more rational, part of me is telling me the truth about that morning. Is that why I can't remember much of it? Is my brain trying to compensate in some way for the upset caused by that panic attack? I don't know. What small talent I have for psychology isn't enough to really work it out. I just don't want another one like that. Just the thought of it scares the bejabers out of me. I am glad that I'm now coming through the other side of it and starting to smile again. TTFN.