Yaasmeen Piper, CASA
My legs give out. I eye my trembling palms. The air escapes my lungs. It’s getting hard to breathe. My chest tightens. There is a voice. “What’s wrong with you?” Shut up. Stop talking. Please. Words swirl through my pulsing mind. Tears stream down my red face. My hands drip with sweat I can’t breathe. I’m no longer in a room. Everything's gone white. Cold hands grip my arms. Don’t touch me. Stop talking. Please. “Calm down.” I can’t. I’ve lost control. You need to leave.
// your mental health
Fear. Anger. Panic. I still can’t breathe.
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Panic