Only a few moments ago I was on
the couch with a wet towel on
my head, on
the phone with a friend telling her I felt like I was going to die. I felt it in my stomach, that extreme knotting, feeling as if I wanted to burp but couldn't. My heart racing. After I sat up and forced myself to burp, maybe 20 times, the pressure was gone, then the anxiety left.
Now I feel fine. Well, I also took an Ativan.
This wakes me at night. I'll have a nightmare, and then wake up.