Loops of pool noodles swirling around electrical wires in a swimming pool. Anxiety has been surrounding me for as long as I can remember. When I'm having a panic attack, 100 Kilowatts (that's 83334 potato batteries) are all firing through the water as the noodles pulse and burst under the stress, an array of neon foams shaking in unhappy waters. When I am having one of these panic attacks, there is only so much I can process of my outside world; I am stripped of the capacity to take in what's around me. Consequently, I cannot effectively communicate during an attack. Whirling, my thoughts travel around peacefully like a hummingbird's wings in a hurricane. There's nothing to hold on to mentally, thus I cannot translate myself.
There's one outlet
There's one outlet