We took a woodland walk in the Peak District, and for the first time that week, the noise in my brain slowed. It made me stop and listen to the rustle of dried leaves. The gushing of water as it glides between the rock formations. The gentle hum of morning song echoed between the tall,…
It’s not then. It’s now. Walls closing.Heart pounding.Throat dry. The world feels small.Me — bigger. I choke.Desperate. Scared.In. Out. In. Out.I rub my hands together. Questions.Confusion.Am I safe? My body doesn’t understand.My brain remembers. I gasp — desperate for breath.Old wounds open.A prisoner in my subconscious. In. Out. In. Out.I breathe some more. What’s happening?…
