You know when you’re drowning you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. Then when you finally do let it in, it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore. It’s actually…kind of peaceful.
Stay in the goal tonight, Danny. Do not come out and if you see me coming towards you, run the other way as fast as you can.
“You know when you drown, you don’t actually inhale until you blackout? It’s called Voluntary Apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open up your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. Then, when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore; it’s actually kind of peaceful.”
I’m fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, constant overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible’s about to happen… But it’s not just a feeling though. It’s, it’s like it’s a panic attack. You know? Like I can’t even breathe.
I’m fine. Except for the not sleeping. The jumpiness. Constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen.
