Blayne was sweating, his cotton shirt stuck to his back. He wiped his hair back and it just kind of stuck where it is. The company uniform he got last year was now tight where it shouldn't be, and that made him sweat more.
"One sec don't call anyone." He told the kid.
He took a step out side. His heart was racing. This wasn't what he wanted to do today. He took out his cigarrettes he only had like three left. Fuck, the pack was supposed to get him through the week, and it was only Tuesday.
The therapist told him he needed to rely less on caffeine and nicotine. Eat more balanced. And if you feel a panic attack coming, just breath.
He went through his breathing exercises while he fished a cigarette out of the back.
Five second inhale, two second pause, five second exhale.
"No one has ever died of a panic attack." He said to himself.
He lit the cigarette, incorporating this into the routine wasn't the therapists idea, but right now he couldn't care less.
He exhaled, and spat on the ground.
"Gotta think, gotta think, whats the motivation, whats going through their minds."
"One sec don't call anyone." He told the kid.
He took a step out side. His heart was racing. This wasn't what he wanted to do today. He took out his cigarrettes he only had like three left. Fuck, the pack was supposed to get him through the week, and it was only Tuesday.
The therapist told him he needed to rely less on caffeine and nicotine. Eat more balanced. And if you feel a panic attack coming, just breath.
He went through his breathing exercises while he fished a cigarette out of the back.
Five second inhale, two second pause, five second exhale.
"No one has ever died of a panic attack." He said to himself.
He lit the cigarette, incorporating this into the routine wasn't the therapists idea, but right now he couldn't care less.
He exhaled, and spat on the ground.
"Gotta think, gotta think, whats the motivation, whats going through their minds."
