Looking down petrifies me. I feel a knot rising from my stomach, sticking inside my throat. Oh my God, I’m going to retch. Fear seizes me. My head is spinning and I’m gasping for breath as the color slowly drains from my face. I look at Robert and he understands immediately I am descending into a full blown panic attack. Grabbing the railing for my dear life, my PTSD clicks in and I fall to the floor of the bridge with unrestrained sobbing.
My patient husband picks me up and holds me close while my mind spins through a chaotic mess of frightening images.
Breathe in…. one… two… three… hold….hold…. release.
With my husband still holding me, he calmly tells me, “Honey, we are on the other side now.” My breathing returns to normal. I release a huge sigh of relief.
“But, we need to go back for our car.”
Thank you to Etol Bagam for our photo prompt this week.
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