I think I may be the only person who can make a panic attack even more dramatic than it already is. About half the time I have them, like the one today, a contributor to my racing heart and shortness of breath and feeling of impending doom are my thoughts: There is no God! We're all alone! *I'm* all alone forever! We're all going to die absolutely alone! There is nothing else! What is the point?
Christ. I'm a bundle of good cheer and optimism.