When I wasn't trapped in a nightmare the way I was at night, I felt like I was being watched all the time. I could be completely alone but feel like there was someone else in the room with me. The feeling crept up the nape of my neck and goosebumps irrupted across my skin.
Panic. Terror. Fight or flight that always ends in the urge to run.
I wasn't a physician, but that couldn't be healthy. My heart rate was rarely normal, and I was constantly on the verge of a panic attack no matter where I was or what I was doing.
To postpone the inevitable, I racked my brain for something I could do around the store to keep me occupied for a little longer. I had been meaning to clean out the loft above my office since the previous owner had crammed it with a ton of stuff. I doubted any of it would be
