My First and Only Panic Attack.

I had a panic attack only once in my life. When I was 16. I thought I was gonna die, so I went with my mother to the emergency room. It's weird, but when the doctor (random doctor) gently held my hand to check my wrist, it felt so soothing. He held my hand to check my wrist for like 13 seconds. But I can never forget how it made me feel. 18 years happened since then. That's how sensitive I am to touch. I know and believe that it has the power to heal. Sometimes, almost in an instance.

And when people (I'm sorry, but Muslims) call physical touch Haram and 'warn' against it. I royally ask them to eff off.

Bye.