I’m having one of those days… one of those days where my heart won’t stop pounding and I can scarcely breathe. My ears are ringing and I hate this feeling. Every little thing is getting under my skin. I feel defensive and easily offended… I feel like a bundle of raw nerve endings. Does this ever go away? Will there ever be a time when I experience my very last panic attack? Will I ever live day after day with no heart-pounding, chest-tightening, jumping at every sound, sweaty palms, can’t breathe intrusions into my psyche?? I don’t even know how to imagine this kind of life. How do I imagine being at home in my own skin? What would it feel like to be at rest in myself? What must it be like to simply sit down and read a good book? To get lost in music? To enjoy a cup of tea or a hot shower without feeling pressure to get up and pace, clean, fidget?? How do I get to the point where I can rest without feeling guilty? How do I kick this voice out of my head that tells me continually that I am not good enough, that I am lazy, that I am not doing enough and what I am doing I am not doing right? Perfection does not equal happiness… Part of me believes once I understand this I may find peace.
captivatingbitter 
Yes, me, too, dear . . you said it all!
At least you are indicating you do have breaks in “these” days, so you do know what it feels like. I have often wondered if my “these” days are linked to hormone fluctuations. There are days my skin does crawl, where the feeling of sheets on my skin is annoying. Words are annoying. I feel like an overly wound watch spring that isn’t releasing… I wish I had answers. I don’t. But you aren’t alone.
Thanks Laura L… yep… I hate those skin-crawl-y days… they are no fun!
I have these same moments. They are awful! It’s good that you can say what your feeling.