Anxiety emerges

I’m breathing heavily and I know a panic attack is coming on. All I’m doing is eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But there it is. My old enemy, anxiety. I need to go to work. I have to be present. My job isn’t hard but I fear it. I feel like a huge imposter. I’m slow, dull, and incompetent. And I’m just waiting for them to find out. It’s just a matter of time and it’s killing me.