The Bloody Doors Off

I am both inside my head and outside my body. I can feel the anxiety attack approaching like a tidal wave; can rationalize that it is nothing but a chemical imbalance and holds no sway over who I truly am. I can, and did, take lorazepam to counteract the assault before it even begins.

And yet. Despite this knowledge, the preventative measures. I feel powerless. A battered flag, flapping in 100 mph winds. Untethered.