Panic Attack at work

I knew it would happen sometime. It was just a case when, and where. I held it in until I got the the car park of merry hill - heart palpitations, tears, sickness. Stress, when it gets you it gets you good. I should have seem the signs, the ‘cystitis and thrush’ with no infection. The doctor said I was a hypochondriac. It is in my head, but as a physical representation of a wider problem. I should of seen it coming. I am sitting at work, wondering if anyone has noticed my white and red blotchy face. No. They wouldn’t, they all kinda hate me, not in a malicious way, more in a playground way. Oh to be a woman in a man’s world (in fact that is a lie, I am a strong minded ambitious woman in a man’s world, if I was weak I would not have this problem)

I don’t know how to progress. Not at all. I just need to keep it together in company, try to control the shaking the dizziness. Fresh air and trying to convince myself they can’t break me.

They won’t break me. Regardless of how much I cry, shake, throw up. I am not broken. I am not weak.