She could not breathe. Felt suffocated sitting there on her chair pretending to work when her mind was swirling with words that could not possibly make up coherent sentences. She needed a break. She needed breathing space. She was suffocating internally, and did not know what would help.

She just knew that the urge to run away was constantly on the brink of taking hold of her. She did not where she would run to. She just knew she did not like being in the cramped space her life provided her at the moment.

People tried talking to her. All she heard were words that bounced off her. She could feel them sliding off the wall she had build around her consciousness. She nodded, smiled and sometimes appropriately frowned. Don’t worry they said, it’ll be fine. She wanted to scream.

Her mind was its own demons. She had no idea how she could be thinking and feeling so many things at the same time. However, somehow her mind accommodated all her ill bodings and depressive thoughts. They were haphazard. They were sinister. She wanted to scream louder.

Her legs were twitching, so was her consciousness. She wanted with all her might to pass out. To be in a state of oblivion where nothing would bother her. She hadn’t felt the need to be left alone in a long while. She knew it would not make the problems go away. She still wanted to breathe more than anything else.