Before you read, remember that I am being unapologetically Molly and therefore I will not take out language as the pieces I write are often in raw moments. ______________________________________
To beautiful musicians and surprise panic attacks.
It’s been around two months since I had my last panic attack. The last was with you while you had some of your own. Those two months were a good time. I was happy. I didn’t have to see you. Now I’m aware that you might be at the same event as me and my whole body is shaking, my eyes are watering and my thoughts are fleeting. I came to this event because I wanted to. I didn’t even know you were planning on going yet, here I fucking am on a hill, drinking a chai latte and blaming you for it.
Get over it Molly.
So drink your fucking chai, get over it and go dance the night away.
And that’s what I did.