A crowded room, too many voices. My heart is racing and eyes flitting, darting from item to item - wow that thing looks great, the paint is chipping…how long has that stain been there?
The faces around me featureless, blurred and melting. My vision tunnelled the world around me growing tall as I am shrinking, disappearing into myself, my hands grip the fabric atop my thighs
Breathe
Just
Breathe
I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears, my voice strangled in my own throat.
A question is asked
Smile
Nod
Smile again
Look through them
Pretend to engage
‘They can’t see that you’re not here’
I’m gone with the wind, my body present but I’m elsewhere, stuck somewhere in the sea of my thoughts and the rushed blood in my veins.
My leg bouncing frantically being the only thing keeping me from sinking.
Another question
All eyes are on me
I’m back in the room
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”










