Saturday

Every Saturday I have the same routine; supermarket and Café Nero for lunch and read my book then home for a sleep.
Today I mixed it up as I had birthday present buying to do. So the supermarket was the last thing I did.
I felt anxious all day. It ended up with the start of a panic attack in the supermarket. I managed to get home before it got worse; shortness of breath, chest pain, uncontrollable crying, unable to sit still and shaking. Self harmed.  This went on for over an hour.
I managed an hours sleep after taking a diazepam.

I now feel exhausted, sore and am still shaking  a bit.

Stopped off at the pond between coffee and supermarket as I heard the Heron was back.