I’ve been getting a lot of anxiety attacks lately. Five in the past six weeks. The worst one was when I was flying from LA to NY. It lasted exactly 7 minutes. I had to breathe through it, feeling like my scalp was on fire and my lungs tightening. I was sweating like I just finished a marathon and my heart was beating so fast I could feel it almost rip through my chest. It ended by me violently throwing up in the bathroom and then I plopped down on my seat feeling like an exorcism just took place. The most recent one was today on the way home. It was a small one but it took me out as soon as I got home. And then had to suck it up to pack and make it to my train on time. My therapist asked me this week: when was the last time you took time for yourself? I couldn’t answer her due to a Zoom meeting that had been pushed up last minute, thus cutting our session short. *sigh* As I continue to work on myself, I am proud of getting to a point where I can afford a therapist. Not just an...