Woman On the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown

What do Pedro Almodóvar films and I have in common? We’re both a little strange. The past couple of weeks have been really nerve-wracking and I’m beginning to feel that I’m on the verge of my own nervous breakdown.

I’ve been having panic attacks with greater and greater frequency, which is highly unusual for me. I don’t really understand what causes them—well, I sort of do, but that doesn’t mean that I understand them. I’m the kind of person who performs in front of crowds of people with little or no stage fright, so why, all of a sudden, would I become terrified of speaking with my parish priest, who I really like? Of course, this makes no sense, but panic attacks have little to do with rational thought.