Monday

The day was going ok until lunchtime. I had a panic attack on my break, so headed out and tried to walk it off. It worked.
Back at work and I felt my breathing getting sore and hard again. Walked round the garden but it ws getting worse. Ended up in tears. I left work and went home, took diazepam and slept for hours.

Tonight mum and I needed to babysit the boys as S and K had a meeting t school for Lewis going in August. I sat on the sofa, Mum did bedtime. I couldn't
Back home now and going to take more diazepam and go to bed as my chest is sore and breathing still wonky.
Harris is a wild child! He's unbelievable.