Today I learned.... · 4:54am Mar 1st, 2018
...That a performance review plus a therapy appointment, plus traffic, plus having all the worst parts of my relationship with my potentially terminally I'll mother hitting me all at once, can lead to a panic attack and hyperventilation.
Which led to me learning that passing out really isn't something you see happening. You just wake up, staring at the bush between your car and the wall of a building, and wonder what the fuck happened and why you aren't on a road and sweet Jesus did I hurt anybody okay thank God no just left tracks in the grass.
So hey!
New experiences!
Yay?
I know those things don't just disappear, but I sincerely hope you're doing better today.
Well, I didn't pass out behind the wheel again! Progress?
Though uhm... anybody know how to get a modern bumper bent back into position without paying an arm and a leg to a body shop?
4808197
Honestly I think that falls more into "luck" than progress. Obviously it's better if you recognize the feelings coming on and immediately pull over, for yourself and everyone around you.
As for your bumper... It kind of depends on the extent of the damage. Modern bumpers are designed to not be forgiving of damage, otherwise I might just say 'use a pry bar and sledgehammer' if you can't get it repaired. Best bet is to ask someone who performs repairs and can look at it. Sorry.
4808197 Just wanted to clarify what I was saying below (written at work). My point was that I know those things causing your stress can't just go away, but it is progress if you aren't so stressed out that it makes you black out, and I am really glad for you. I am really hoping that's the case for you, and that it gets even better for you soon.
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Understood, and so do I.
I'm usually better about keeping myself at a low-simmer of frustration, worry, and anger. If it starts to boil over, I can usually catch it at just pounding something in the car and screaming.
This is the first time I've hyperventilated that badly. Going to try and minimize the number of times I have a therapy session *and* have to deal with the reasons I have said sessions.