So yesterday in the car which I was physically pushed into against my own will, I began to have a panic attack. Now I don't know if all panic attacks are the same but mine started out with the uncontrollable breathing patterns which take a while to stop. Next, while I was having trouble breathing, my hands began to shake and I didn't know until I looked down because I could no longer feel them. My head began to feel like a boulder was crushing it. Then, I started to rock back and forth and shake uncontrollably. Do you know what my stepdad had to say to that? "Shut up" and "Quit your bitching" Now I'm just sitting in my room looking at my bottle of concerta that I could down in less than 30 seconds and be dead within the hour. FML