Anxiety Attack

Sitting down with all of these

SOUNDS. SOUNDS. SOUNDS.

I hear them echo and reverberate, causing chaos in my brain.

Most people don't know that chaos is a liquid poison.

But I do.

I can feel it drip from my Grey matter down my gears and pulleys.

I can watch it tense and pull on my muscles and now it's gotten to the heart of the matter.

Exploding this situation out of control, out of time, and out of proportion.

My lungs are each having a seizure while my arms feel much too restless and my hair feels too loose on my head.

Terror. Terror. Terror.

I need to sit down. I can't breath right. I need water. I need a blow to the ribs. I need air. I can't focus. My throat feels tight. Who is touching me? STOP! I need to unclench my fists. I don't know what's going on.

Somebody turn the lights down. I still can't breathe. Should I die?

Allofthesethingscomecascadingdownonthepavement.

Need. To. Breathe.

I still feel my heart but at least by now my limbs are calming down.

Your comforting words are helping clear the clutter in my brain compartments.

I feel like I'm floating back down into my body, the body that I am familiar with.

I now fully feel the cuts and bruises. The usual sting.

But it's exactly where I need to be.