Catastrophic thinking. My brain did not do "slightly worried." It did full disaster
in a fraction of a second. I once had a huge panic attack because it started raining. My brain went
straight to "what if it floods and I die?" That was not drama. That was a threat system jammed on
maximum sensitivity, treating everything as life-or-death.
Safety behaviours. I always carried a water bottle. I always needed to know where
the exits were. I checked my pulse constantly. I needed a "safe person" with me. These things gave
me short-term relief, but they kept the fear alive long-term. They told my brain "you cannot cope
without these." So every time I had them, the fear survived. And every time I did not have them, the
panic was worse.
Escaping too early. I would leave at the peak of the wave, every single time. That
meant I never stayed long enough to learn the most important lesson: that the wave falls on its own.
My brain only ever recorded "I escaped and survived." It never got the chance to record "I stayed
and nothing bad happened."
Shame. I hid all of it. I made excuses instead of explaining. That meant I carried
the weight alone, and the secrecy made the whole thing feel bigger and stranger than it needed to.
When people said I was "doing it for PIP" or told me to "man up," the shame doubled down.