A poem about someone with anxiety.

Some rambling that I did not intend. Actually a tangent to a completely different thing, but I over analyzed my own process. Strange. This is mostly about my panic disorder and what I believe to be the underlying cause of it.

Panic attacks are real. Millions of people deal with this mental illness.

Military families have a tough life. Much tougher than many civilians think. Here’s a look into our life post “1983 Beirut Bombing”.