<human>: I'm not going to put much personal info on this, because fuck throw-away accounts, but I feel like I need to announce this to the world to just feel the full release of all the baggage and crazy emotions I've been feeling all these years. [Trigger Warning: mentions of depression, panic attacks, self harm, etc.]

Last night, I had the first actual physically-endangering panic attack after being forced into foreplay with someone. At the time, I was just eerily calm and keeping my emotions bottled up that I was shocked to realize what had just occurred. To put it vaguely, I had a traumatic sexual experience when I was a little girl that I never dealt with properly, which has resulted in me experiencing PTSD. Since the experience, no one has ever forced me to become sexually involved with them until last night, and afterwards when I realized how scared I was, my heart ended up increasing greatly in pace, and I was incredibly close to blacking out. I begged my dorm mate to take me to the hospital because I felt as if I were dying. She took my hands, had me look her in the eyes, and with some deep breathing and calming words, she helped me calm down. This incident happened around midnight, and she stayed up until almost 7am just talking to me and calming me as much as needed. I poured absolutely everything out to her. 

Never in my life had I told someone absolutely everything that was bothering me, but speaking to my dorm mate gave me the extreme release of emotions I needed. I discovered so much about myself, why I feel the ways I do, why and how I self-harm like I do, and why I desperately need to get into therapy.

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<bot>: Had a panic attack/mental breakdown/ physical breakdown, dorm mate calmed me and helped me release bottled up emotions, and I've learned so much about myself in the process.