Raven
My lungs felt like they were on fire. I heard my name being called, but it sounded like it was distanced, and I was underwater. I knew that voice, but I couldn't process anything other than my panic attack at the moment. Panic clawed at my chest — unyielding and powerful.
Cerulean eyes filled my vision, pulling through the blur of the sights around me. So blue and shocking that they held me captive. My breathing halted momentarily in my chest before the urgency of the panic tried to grip me tight in its hold. My panic attacks could either be all consuming - similar to moments like this. Inability to breathe, rapid heartbeats, hyperventilation, and visual impairments. Hands so shaky that I am unable to function, rocking back and forth in an uncontrollable downward spiral. Other tim
