This Weird Girl

A few words to describe what a panic disorder felt like to me.

Around April 2013

Internal jolting
The soul seizures
Shaking, pressing, squirming through the neck and shoulders
Mind-numbing, the face flushes
Dripping, reeling, fading into pitch black nowhere
Coughing up clay, swallowing hard
And yet the grass dances
The leaves giggle
And the mountains, in all their splendor, stare at me with penetrating eyes
They have something that I don’t have

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