This morning I woke up having an anxiety attack. I didn't expect to be in my bed in my apartment with my boyfriend and getting read to go to my job. It didn't feel real. I felt as though I was supposed to be back, there. The strangest part is that "there" is more like a feeling than a memory: trapped and suffocating. It freaks me out when I realize I'm not there; when I'm not in autopilot or feeding my need for constant distraction. Does this happen to anyone else? Does this even make sense?