I find it harder to settle at night.
As soon as the night starts to go quiet I feel nauseas.
The quieter my surroundings, the louder my thoughts, the more my stomach turns.
The doctor tells my Mum I have an anxiety disorder.
Sometimes during the day, I find myself suddenly unable to take a breath.
I realise at that second that I never really learn to breathe. It just happens.
I try to remember how, but there's no memory of a lesson on how to breathe.
It's just supposed to happen.
So when it suddenly stops happening, an overwhelming dread takes over my body.
I'm standing in the middle of the street, drowning.
This is a sensation I will experience for years to come.
These are my panic attacks.
Thank you Caitlin (pictured)