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If I had even the slightest idea of how this day would turn out, that I'd be ending up all roughed up and dead, totally, stupidly lifeless, I probably wouldn't be here right now.
I say probably, because to be honest, is not like it's a party all day long. Life, I mean.
In public places, I think that's when my anxiety and the worst part of my brain take over.
Agoraphobia, a doctor told me.
The fear of open spaces.
I said no, that's not right.
Nomophobia, the doctor said.
The fear of being without a cellphone.
Really? I asked him, is that even a thing?
General panic disorder, and he started to write a prescription.
That was the last time I went to visit a doc.
You see, it's not me.
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