I Wrote Living in Panic Because I Was Drowning in It
Panic didn’t knock. It kicked the door in and made itself at home.
And the worst part?
It made me question everything — even my own body.
One second I’m standing there. Breathing.
The next, I’m convinced my heart’s giving out, my brain is breaking, and no one can save me.
That’s the trap of panic. It turns silence into screams you can’t explain.
And then you still have to show up like nothing happened.