My Life with Panophobia

I go around every day looking at everything and mentally see hell break loose. With the chaos happening in real life and the chaos happening in my head, I always expect the worst to take place. I guess it started when I was about 10. My uncle was driving my cousin and I home, my cousin and I in the backseat doing our own things. I was watching videos of Michael Jackson and she was reading a book I think. We were happily going about our day, my uncle cracking hilarious jokes, my cousins basically having a spelling bee with everyone and I was singing Thriller loud and proud. It was raining that day so the road was quite slippery. As my Uncle Rick (let’s call him that) was just turning a corner when this big black van rammed into us. It damaged a whole half of the car and sent dirt inside, everywhere. Everyone was okay but I was in a daze. We could have possibly ran off the road and into the ocean. Everything sounded muffled and awfully slow. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. “Am I alive?”, “How am I going to get home?”, “Is anyone hurt?”, “Is everyone okay?” were the only questions that dared pass through my numbed mind. Nothing seemed real; everything at that moment looked out of this world. I helped clean off my cousin while Uncle Rick exited the vehicle to tell the other driver some not so friendly words. I was so out of it, I couldn’t even remember how we got home. It feels so good to share that experience. Not having it all Bottled up feels absolutely amazing. Hope you enjoyed my trauma. I’ve got a few more where that came from and it feels pretty damn good to let it out.