your hands are buzzing like bees in false defence.
Your heart is sprinting a marathon.
Your legs threaten to vanish from under you.
In a sudden spurt of energy you have outdistanced Time.
And as you near the finish line your body is failing.
You can’t breathe
you can’t talk
your calves give way
you collapse in hysterics
but lack the oxygen
to even express your pain.
At the time of my first panic attack, I had no idea what was going on. I wasn’t anxious about any particular thing, but all that had been stressing me to do with school, extra-curricular activities and my personal health must have been building up and up until it all got too much. I remember having to sit down at every chance as I struggled to make it home, then collapsing on the floor in tears in front of my family, who took me to A&E. It is written in second person in order to allow readers to imagine experiencing the changes for themselves, or to create empathy in those who have gone through something similar.