Panic attacks
I can see everything all at once with my eyes. I can see what’s been going on in the back of my mind at once too:
My physical movements, social interactions, and internal thoughts are not under my control. Of the things in my life that I think I can control, I rely on awareness and blame. No matter how many situations I think can change through awareness, maturity, experiences, or whatever, the changes will always be made for reasons I can’t quite trace. For the problems I feel like I have identified most accurately, there still aren’t definite answers. I am given reason to believe that death is not imminent through ideals of truth, which I can learn from and use to fix circumstances to be how I chose them to be. But in this moment all I can tell myself is that I cannot change my ultimate fate.
I am going to die. Gonna die, gonna die, gonna die...