Becca reels across the room as the panic attack hits, waves of nausea and terror roiling.
Naturally, her pills are in the bedroom, on the other side of the endless stretch of floor-to-ceiling windows, and getting to the wine in the kitchen would be not much easier. She whimpers with another flare of fear, backs into the farthest corner and lowers her eyes to the floor, the only way she can not see the expanse of open air on the other side of the windows. So much for opening the drapes to let some light and fresh air into the place.
The worst thing about panic attacks, she decides, is their ability to take even the comfort of your own home away from you. How do you feel safe when twenty-two floors up is twenty-one too many?
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99 Monkeys 
I never realized how heights terrified me until I went UP the Peachtree Plaza !! Yikes.
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Poor woman!
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Such a shame she was unaware of her acrophobia before she chose to live there. Guess she won’t be scaling the Burj Khalifa in Dubai anytime soon!
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effective depiction of anxiety. truly one of the worst of all experiences (by virtue of how it is always tailor-made to the individual.) bespoke terror, indeed.
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Panic attacks are awful, and i don’t like being any higher than the fire ladders can reach in an emergency.
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What a downer for her. Cool take.
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Panic attacks are no laughing matter. Such a terrifying state of mind to feel uncomfortable even in one’s safe place.
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Ah! Panick attacks. Sounds familiar. Known too many with too much of that. Can only feel sorry. It is highly distressing.
Excellent writing.
Do read mine at https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/neelwritesupndownlikeayoyosixsentencestoriesfiction28092017/
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