It wasn’t just cars.
It’s everything.
Screams.
Loud music.
Heat.
Discomfort.
The idea of not being able to escape triggers it.
The thought of not being able to make it stop makes it worse.
It builds up and it gets to your head.
To my head.
My heart feels it welling up and it beats faster just to cope up.
My psyche screams.
My body gets confused.
My lungs start to catch its phase.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
My head will explode.
And the worst thing when it happens is that..
No one would ever understand.
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