panic attack – 11:32am

fighting off a panic hard as i can. mikey hasn’t called and i just woke from bad dreams feeling like he needs me, but i can’t get to him now. phone ringers off. mikey, i love you, baby. i’ve got you. you’re in my strong, safe arms.

Peter Henry Campbell Forstmann is my husband, he loves me, and we’re going to spend the rest of our life together happy.

usually helps to say that. let me say it aloud.

k. calming down.

mikey, praying you’re ok. no bad dreams. no dawn there to yell. just sleeping because we stayed up late.

i love you forever times pi cubed plus one,

Hermy