I can feel it. It’s gripping my lungs and squeezing them in a vice. The more I try to not panic and keep calm, the worse it gets. The more I struggle to keep calm, I can feel panic’s icy caress reach up my throat and squeeze tightly, making it so difficult for me to speak or breathe with struggling.
I’m on my own. I’m lay on my bed and I’m sobbing my heart out. I’m panicking so badly and I have no reason to. But the panic is bubbling up and spilling out like hot lava down the sides of a volcano.
My throat is getting tighter. My lips are getting cold and tingly. I’m finding it more and more difficult to type.
I’m so scared. I need my answers, yet I can’t have them. I’m terrified mum! I miss you.x