It happened again. Probably the worst she has ever experienced in her life. Everything was fine one moment, and then it hits her. Like a Mack Truck. No prelude to this. No warning. No argument to clue her in on the uncontrollable feeling that would soon take her over.
At this point she rides them out. It is easier that way, eventually she will calm down. But this last time. No. It was different. More frightening than ever before. It felt as if her heart was going to break from her chest. It began with the end of a new friendship. An abrupt and sudden end. She believed she found a soulmate in a friend. She foolishly opened her heart to this perfect stranger.
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It is difficult having phobias. It is difficult having panic attacks. Most people don't understand. They don't understand so they blame. You. For this. As if it is your fault. As if you can control it.
Ugh, she's crying again. What an inconvenience to your morning flight. Ugh, she's hyperventilating. Can we just kick her off the plane and be done with it? Better yet, just knock her out. She'll wake up when we land. She's panicking; she's standing up from her seat. The flight stewardess is guiding her to first class while the jet pulls away from the gate. |
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